_static void

Make it stop!

Stop that noise in my head,

that voice,

that mean voice that is constantly complaining,

whining, so hard to please.

Nothing is good enough,

nothing is done right.

“That doesn’t look good,

you don’t know how to do that,

you’re not capable,”

it says.

Why do you have to be so mean?

Why is it so hard for you to see

see what others see?

Why is it so hard for you to show up as you are?

What is wrong with you?

Damn, it’s starting again.

But...

where do you come from?

Are you inside?

Inside that void I can feel deep in my chest?

What are you looking for?

What do you crave?

Who do you want me to be?

Because I can be anything,

but "anything" is so many options.

Where are you?

Where are you coming from?

Who are you?

Who am I?

Because I can be

I can just be

anything I want.