The Narrator of My Mind
'The Narrator of My Mind'
Maybe
Maybe this voice is more me than me
Ya know the voice inside my head
The narrator of my mind
She`s always there, always has something to say
She always tells the truth
No matter how awful
She knows all my short comings
I cannot hide them from her
Or anything for that matter
She is in charge, she projects what you see
Though sometimes I wish she wasn't
Because though she is usually kind & containable
Sometimes she can be very cruel
Especially when she feels my control slipping
My strength to stop her from spiraling into chaos
& plunging into the darkest parts of my thoughts
The kind of dark, that makes you blink
Hoping your eyes will adjust & grab hold of some sort of light
But you don`t
Where all the negatives live
Self doubt, body image, uncertainty, depression, anxiety, anger, resentment...
Hopefully today i`m lucky & she`ll pick one that`s manageable/concealable
Or that doesnt lash out in pain/desperation
Plz don`t take this out on anyone else
Just take me...
& she is my conscious, mixed with a chemical imbalance
[Shaken not stirred]
Oh what a dangerous concoction
She is my savior & my worst enemy
Weak as glass & tough as nails
A constant contradiction
Will I ever get used to this
Will it ever get easier
Should I accept her as my norm
As me?
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