The Little Voice
Kelly,
It is me.
I am that little voice inside your head,
telling you that you cannot do this,
telling you that you’re not good enough,
telling you that others are better.
I am the cold, constant, darkness
that grows from the smallest doubt,
that can battle through your head,
that can ruin your whole day.
I am always changing,
as you prove me wrong,
as you block me out,
as you forget me.
I am truly sorry,
for shrinking your confidence,
for making you hesitate,
for shooting you down each day.
Much regret,
Self-Doubt
This poem is about:
Me
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