Little voice inside my head.
It likes to kick and scream in my skull.
It enjoys yelling cruel things like how I should be dead.
Its little words are never dull.
It loves to beat on my poor brain.
It enjoys stabbing the back of my eyes.
It tries to convince me that i am not sane.
Really it is no surprise.
It likes to annoy me.
It loves to see me have a fit.
It takes so much joy from my misery.
I wish it would just quit.
A funny thing though it is only a fact.
My horrible detractor can be seen in any mirror I look at.