My Inner
It tells me I'm slow.
It knows all my weaknesses.
It shows me my ugliness.
It tells me my evil thoughts
And tells me that they make me evil.
It tells me my common sense is gone.
It tells me my god does not exist.
It tells me Faith is a joke.
It tells me Might is right
And love does not exist.
It leads me to hate.
It makes my insufficiencies clear.
It repays injustice with injustice.
It holds one sided discussions on my ineptness.
And screams, "Violence is the only answer!"
It politely, casually, forcefully, fiercely
screams quietly,
"no one loves you.
no one knows you exist.
you are nothing."
And I used to say meekly, tamely, passively,
"no one loves me.
no one knows I exist.
i am nothing."
And then there was you.
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