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
I'm listening . . . . . .