Your biggest critic is louder than your inner voice
Have they merged or have they always been one and the same?
You need to get anonymous with yourself
Forget the transcript of who you are supposed to be.
The baby slept for his evening nap
It’s the longest one
A quarter of half a glass to calm you down
You sat for the first time in four hours.
It was the last day of the holidays
And the sweeping loneliness that was about to engulf you
Winked at you.
You work until you feel stiff in the shoulders
And then you go out and try to undo in one night, the frustrations of your entire life.
You didn’t have a soother growing up,
You can’t suck your finger anymore
Maybe there’s no one to hold you
Maybe nobody has the time
For an adult
All most very night she recites her problems,
In alphabetical order
You hope that you will never be like that
But sometimes in your voice, you hear her echo
Nothing will ever control you
But remember when you wanted to escape
Escape from your mind
And it was the only thing you could not run away from
That is how she feels.
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