Razor Blades, Blisters and Time

There is a little voice deep inside of me
That is constantly babbling about my life.
Sometimes my little voice sings sweet melodic
words of happy moments and good times,
But mostly all i hear is the dead droning buzz
replaying the sorted events of my so called life.

My little voice isn’t kind to me,
I am not spared the recounts of my many failing moments,
or my inability to make myself available to others.
There is a little voice deep inside of me that laughs because i am afraid.
My little voice reminds me that i am a lonely person.

My little voice doesn’t care what people think,
He is always saying rude things to me and telling what i ought to do.

I have to yell at my little voice sometimes
“Will You Shut Up! I hiss between clinched teeth.
Sometimes i forget where i am,
and i say things out loud to my little voice
Then i get embarrassed, so i hunch down and
look about to see if anyone has heard me.

I want to shove my little voice deep down in side me
So he won’t pop up unexpected and ruin a good moment,
But my little voice is smart, and he knows how to
hide so i can’t reach him.

If i could kill him i would,
but I think another voice would take his place.

There is a little voice deep inside of me that is always telling me what to do
Most times i don’t listen
Other times i wish i had the courage to do so.
There is a little voice deep inside of me that knows who i really am
Maybe that is why i have a little voice.