I’ve been feeling like a stranger in my skin.
The last thing I remember is an argument with that jerk, inner critic.
We both went to bed with many words left unsaid.
The next day to my regret, it woke up earlier than me.
I guess peace couldn’t stand its company.
Started off with an earful of negativity.
Of course, it was about who I could never be.
Because I have only one worth, for you to destroy me.
And why this rant so early?
Oh, yeah all because I wanted to sleep in past 417.
You called me lazy.
Said the greats never sleep.
Critic, you couldn’t pick a more convenient time to be a dick to me?
Yeah, this sounds about right.
All You ever do is wake me up, or keep me up at night.
Just to tear down the parts of me, that are starting to feel alright.
Nothing positive, nope not from you or I.
Only ruminating thoughts of yours, that I do not claim as mine.
Always only about how much I suck.
Yet you never can give me a real reason why.
Also, please come up with better lines.
I’m tired of taking your words for mine.
We are literally in the same body, you and I.
You do realize if I quit, we both die?
Is that what you want?
Just tell me why.
I am the only brain, and you are only in my mind.
So why can’t your message project positivity instead of that, sermon critic preaches in your head?
They both support a stream of energy, only one is better equipped for success.
While the other keeps you reliant on trauma, your critic won’t let you forget.
So how can we evict that squatter from our mind, from our head?
We can’t, it’s forever.
But tools to live amicably together well, those shouldn’t be hard to find.
First things first, I’m Sierra and this skin sacks mine.
Reclaiming and taking control over my life!
Deleting one little lie at a time.
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