Dear Voice in the Back of my Head

Your influence withers as years pass by...

But I’m scarred...

And I’m broken...

From lie after lie...

Your wishes were poison to all of my being...

But I’m stupid…

And compulsive…

And felt I couldn’t do a thing.

Your grasp was unworldly, rooted deep in my core...

But I’m complacent…

And… And too experienced

To let you take hold once more.

Your persistence had won you near full control…

While I sat back

To watch you

Chip away at my soul.

I’m not even sure when you came to exist,

But I’m stronger,

Resilient,

And no longer consist

Of your doubts and your worries that caused me such strife,

Of your shouts and demands to bring end to my life,

Of your falsehoods and bullshit and lies run amuck,

Of perpetually feeling so dry out of luck,

Of having emotions that aren’t even mine,

Of sulking around and wasting my time,

No more can I stand all these things building up,

I’ve my own voice now, and it’s shutting you up.