I'm Sick Of It

I'm sick of it. That voice inside my head Whispering insecurities Strangling me with tears and silent cries that I refuse to let out

For fear of being weak I didn't make a sound And when I did It almost killed me!

That voice inside my head It makes a valid case It backs it up It listens to other people It brings their testimonies to the trial But they're not under oath

The truth is the witnesses are ciminals that just want to look les guilty

But that doesn't matter The voice in my head can make in my head can make it all believable On occasion it comes up with it's own It's very creative actually

Sometimes it brings back my past records It's not pretty

But it only points out my wrongs! I don't even remember if I did anything good back then I doubt it

The voice brings up such a good case that i think it could be right The voice can't be wrong Nobody ever contradicts it