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.