I’m in a constant struggle with my own neurosis.
It’s an apocalyptic battle of wills
Between the devil in my ear
And the angel on my rear,
Both speaking in
My very own voice.
The monkey on my back taunts me
and paranoia whispers to me.
My ego pronounces its proclamations proudly
And my pride derides all those around me.
My inner child sweetly chides me
As my conscience cries inside me.
His voice says am not worthy
And her voice says she’s sorry
And their voices chant I’m not enough

In their cacophony
I
Stay silent.

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