To the voice on my shoulder

 




To the voice on my shoulder


You sat on my shoulder and made me feel bad,

Every little thing that went wrong you made me get so mad.

Made me act in a way that wasn’t like me,

Repeatedly told me I was no longer free.

It soon became apparent that you meant what you said,

Just after two weeks I began to believe everything you read.

When I tried to find peace you sat on my shoulder,

Throwing words at me that hit like a boulder.

Words that pushed me back a step or two,

Words that often made me question if it was me talking or you.

You made me weak you pushed me down,

Made me change, made me frown.

You questioned me when I tried to do something good,

Leaving me wondering if I was actually capable of what I thought I could.

I believed every word you said,

I followed the routes and paths you led.

You told me I was thick, that I let everyone down,

Told me I was pointless and that I had to change my life around.

That I had to do this, and I had to do that,

Everything right and in your exact format.

You stole my life and took control,

Years I won’t get back because I let you play the lead role.

 

Now I won’t let you win, I know how you play,

I know all your tricks and I won’t let you stand in the way.

No longer will I let you take control of my life,

You can sit on my shoulder, but you’ll have to be nice.

Your negative chatter I’ll hear no more,

You’re not a part of me and I won’t let you ruin my life anymore.

 Instead, I’ll use my story as fuel to fight,

I’ll push on through right into the night.

To others who may have a voice on their shoulder,

Know that you’re bigger and braver, don’t let it take over.

It’s not weak of you to stand up to that voice,

Its actually rather brave to make that choice. 

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