Why am I my biggest bully?
Why am I my harshest critic?
Why when I fail, I just can't seem to say, it's okay, you'll do better next time?
Why every time I look in the mirror, all I see is my layers of extra fat, messy hair & distorted face?
Then it all clicks into place, everything makes sense.
It's terrifying to know, but every bit true.
I speak to myself, the exact way you have spoken to me my whole life.
Yes, you have become my inner voice.
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Defenseless Against The Beast
PoetryNo one could snuff the light out of her. Well, no one but her abusive, narcissistic, vindictive swine of a mother.
