I hear your voice in my head Telling me how I’m flawed, That I should accept a lower place In life, in love, in work – That’s all I’m worth. The voice drones on daily. Every time I look in a mirror, Every outfit that I select from my closet, Every meal that I choose to eat – I hear your quiet critique. For years I listened to your voice – In person and in my thoughts. You made me believe you And sometimes, I still do. But, other days I realize That I have the power to put in ear plugs And your voice is muted.
