should i thank you
for becoming the faceless stranger
that i dread the most?
you are the new voice inside my head.
less of a voice, more of a threat.
how should i make you happy?
how can i shut you up?-
is all i think about.
i want to grow up
and grow out of this mind
that can’t take even this shallow critique.
but i can’t.
how can I confront you
when you may actually be correct about me?
what should i do?
remain a nothing till your attention shifts?
learn to cry without being bashed for my weakness?
but at least I am glad I am not your type,
that I am not the excuse
you would use to pull someone else down.
so goodbye “the embodiment of my self-doubt”
thank you giving me another grief to write about,
for speaking your mind and taking away my voice.