Alana, you scare me deeply for I know not of what you are.
You're just a voice, a voice in my head and a female one, it's bizarre
Usually your 'inner voice' is a reflection of yourself.
To know that you are female is damaging to my health.
I know that you're not real but your presence scares me so.
It's like being scared of a make-believe picture show.
You give me all the wrong advice on what to do and how to feel.
A conscience is supposed to be face but you truly are a heel.
You're always watching over me, I don't know how to switch it off.
All I know is that you don't help me and I've had enough.
YOU ARE READING
We Were Dinosaurs...
PoetryPoems made by me as a coping mechanism for manic depression, PTSD and anxiety