Jocelyn Theresa Cook Poet Rhyme

The Voices

Who the hell are you
to tell me what I can’t do?
You judge, you sneer, you tear me apart,
like my dreams are crimes, like hope’s a false start.

You make me feel weak,
every word that you speak.
You twist my joy, you cloud my skies,
you lace my truth with poisoned lies.

I hear you whisper when I face the glass:
“You’ll never succeed, you’ll never surpass.
They’re better than you, you’ll always fall short,
too broken for love, too weak to hold court.”

You follow me everywhere, night and day,
in silence, in crowds, you don’t go away.
You turn tiny mistakes into endless disasters,
convince me the world hides hate in its laughter.

And I hated you for it.
God, I hated you.

I cursed the way you stole my fire,
the way you smothered each desire.
I blamed the world, my friends, my kin,
thought enemies lived in the people within.

But then the mask was ripped away…
Nobody spoke those words I dread.
Nobody tore me down, nobody lied 
the voice was mine, the one inside.

The cruelest critic, the one I feared,
wasn’t out there  it lived right here.
The voice that chained me, filled me with dread…
was mine echoing inside my head.

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