what crime, what sin, what punishment

do you expect me to atone for

why do you always want me to fail

you won’t let me forget the defeats, humiliations

reliving a thousand times through your whispers

how much pain, regret, guilt, remorse is enough for you

your insidious voice leave me bereft of hope and pleasure

I rock, I yell shut up, shut up, I pound at you inside my head

but you just laugh, you always win, you are the truth

I am the lies


 © my frilly freudian slip