Haggard and weary, I star down at you.
Defeat floods my shadowed eyes.
The silence speaks as voices cannot;
I am the one you despise.
I cannot do it, I will not try.
Echoes replace a bitter heart.
Tear strain at their leads,
waiting to play their part.
"You are worthless," you say to me.
You stomp on me and keep me down.
I feel naked and vulnerable;
self-consciousnessness is my only gown.
I cannot take it any longer,
and now I have a choice.
I can fall down, broken,
or I can let free my voice.
Anger flows through me;
lava in a rushing tide.
Hold on, my inner critic,
you're in for a wild ride.