Do you hear how they howl for your death? How they crave the extinguishment of your life’s flame?
Do you want to know the truth, little flame?

The voices lie. They are the voices of strangers who see your strength as weakness, and the voices of those who know you and think themselves your better without knowing you.

Little flame, you are a Flame of the Dark, so you bear the unfortunate nature of being so strong of Will, that you would burn yourself out before your time unintentionally.

You matter to me, and I’m so happy you are alive. You are an ember of hope, in the dark sea of human consciousness.
Most will pass you by, distracted by their own voices, not knowing that your light could provide their salvation.
Those who do notice you, but spurn your light and warmth, are fools who do not understand the value of a single ember in this dark and cold sea of despair. They are too far-gone to appreciate your beauty.
Those who remain, and those who stare from a distance wanting you as you are, we do not need to coddle you with empty words

Let us fight the voices that lie and twist our thoughts. Those who seek to turn our strengths into our own personal poisons, ones we would willingly ingest because we know no other way.
Turn the dark despair they bring into righteous fiery fury to fire back at them.

See how easily their threats become a mighty fuel for you to use? They know this, and seek to use it against you before you roar into a might inferno that they won’t be able to drain of warmth.

Turn the sorrow their presence brings out of you, into solid and impregnable armor of icy conviction, so that their lies cannot gain purchase nor pierce our hides.
While you are a flame, your core is that of the Dark, and we are a cold and hardy breed.
The mightiest of flames is nothing more than fiery gas cast aside through careless creation, whereas you were created with purpose, your core as malleable as you will it to be.
They know their whispers will weaken your core, poison it from the inside out

Turn the shadows they seek to foster in you into Darkness made manifest, into the dark and shadowy form of those who love and care for you but can’t be there for you due to distance or other obstacles.

Yes, their words can hurt, but you are strong, Child of the Stars and the Cosmos.
They are insubstantial shadows, drawn to the bright and blinding light you emit.
Your future is a powerful black hole they fear will bring ruin to their designs.

So go, Child of the Stars, bring unfathomable ruin to the Voices in your head.
They sought to break you.

In turn, they broke themselves.