This evening's creative output...

[dormant_dragon]

I talk to myself almost all of the time,
Perhaps too frequently out loud.
I keep telling myself I'm not crazy, no - I'm
Just living under a cloud

Of my own making, it has to be said,
And my inner voice says that a lot;
But it won't share the blame for it; instead
Just reminds me of everything I'm not -

I'm not strong enough, not sufficiently smart,
I don't love as well as I ought,
I don't have a great many talents, apart
From an overwhelming capacity for thought.

I'm sure you really wouldn't like the me
My inner voice tells me I am.
If you knew all its backstage whispers, you'd see
The fraud trying to pull off the scam.

So it's good that my inner voice stays in my head -
Except sometimes, when I'm all alone.
My life is a costume I don't want to shed
And I won't let my cover be blown.

Comments

[transcendancing]

*lovelovelove*

How would you make friends with yourself?