When darkness falls
And I'm left alone
The voice taunts and haunts
Chills me to the bone.
It knows all my secrets
All my fears and my guilt
Wraps it's poison around me
Like a soiled, rotten quilt.
Tells me my failings
Reminds me I'm bad
Tells me the reasons
I don't deserve what I had.
But years battling this demon
Have made me so strong
I've learnt to control it
Tamed and hidden where it belongs.
It's my Jiminy Cricket
But rarely gives a little whistle
Attacking not guiding
Barbed and painful, my mental thistle.
It's not all bad
As I've said before
My inner voice
Is part of my core.
During the day
It's a friendly whisper in brain
But during the night
It tries to drive me insane.
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