Hidden within the crevasses on my infinite mind.
Disguised as my voice he patiently awaits,
striking only when most opportune
On days of insecurity and inferiority
only then he would come create chaos.
Fear some call it,
but a demon is more fitting by my definition.
A daily battle to combat his unhealthy whispers,
as before I could never distinguish his voice.
But today I fight.
Today I refute his lies of mediocrity,
as now I’ve learned the truth.
The truth playing the role of my personal avatar
in this chaos within myself.
And though some days I begrudgingly lose the battle,
I refuse the lies of his voice.
Today I free myself with my truth.