He Used To Call Me Hood

In my head is a little green monster who wants to put me down. He has a pointed purple tail, and he wears an angry frown. He says such mean things to me, he used to keep me mad and sad. Now when he starts up, I barely hear him, and this is rather rad. He used to call me loser, tell me I was not so good. He used to put down my choices, and called me mean words like “a hood”. He used to tell me I would always come in last in every kind of race. I heard him in my cocoa, my math class, and every other place. He was an uninvited monster, and he ruled me long and hard. He was aggressive, and mean, made my life feel like a chard. I stopped listening to him, when I became a baby child’s mother. I knew I had to throw him out, so I did, in which way and another. He kept creeping back into my mind, whispering stupid, mean stuff. I had to get vicious with him; I threw him out, and frankly, I was tough. Finally, I told him he could stay, but only if he was willing to change. Now he is my advocate, and my friend, for we are both deranged.