The Voice

jthespian on Sep 24, 2010

This poem looks at the critical inner voice that may speak to us often.

Point out my insecurities

Remind me that I’m wrong

Exaggerate every situation

And deny me every argument

Yes – I could silence The Voice

I could censor it with toxic rubbish

I could deaden it with medical production

Teach it to speak with positive affirmation

But it speaks

It whispers

It laughs

It waits

For my weaker moments . . .

The Voice

I hate you

Even though you’re the only one that is with me

In this battle of self doubt

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