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.