Nobody gets you it shouts,
You’re so alone it screams,
No one cares to listen, with a cruel laugh it yells.
The echoes linger till the sound hurts
The positivity in me protests.
It fights to suffice
To be heard and to conquer
Most times the efforts go down the drain
It chokes until it becomes a memory of what was,
Big lump in my throat,
Fighting back countless pools of tears,
I swallow it up and force a smile,
My critical inner voice gets loud.
It draws it’s strength from my pain.
I think of it as a sadist.
Slowly, I can feel the joy,
Everything I believe in,
It oozes out of me,
My critical inner voice,
Will you be the death of me?


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