Headstrong
You will never be good enough.
A voice, familiar
Reiterates:
You will never be good enough.
A constant echo between the departed spaces where sensibility is lost,
The catacombs of my thoughts.
A girl who has no intentions to subside
She’s waiting there, incessantly repeating:
You will never be
Good
Enough.
I cannot always see her
But I know that physically, she is an exact replication of me.
I can always hear her,
Like an eternal ringing in my ears.
She is a hellion of the utmost kind.
The battle to silence her
Is renewed with each rising sun
But I cannot let her assault my worth any longer.
The time has come to be stronger than this demon,
To release myself from the chains of this anchor.
I am better than her derogatory opinions
And ridiculously high standards.
Her voice is my own.