Self talk

Self talk

We all have it

We take it to heart

When it mocks

We listen when it

Whispers sweet things

Pretending to care

Stripping us bare.

Tearing away every layer

To expose the truth

Of ourselves

Is what we are made from.

Suffering is inevitable

Honerable

Messianic.

You are on your own

Out of choice

Nobody can stand

To be with you

The intensity

The honesty

The lies you tell

Are creative

Given licence

You are insufferable

Your only choice is to self-revoke.

The impossibility of

Measuring up

When what it wants

You to do is

Push the muzzle

Into your mouth

That will make a bang.