To wonder what one must do,

Who one must be,

Is a torturous affair.

We all know the answer:

Listen to your inner voice.

But just who is this ‘inner voice’, anyway?

What authority does she have to control me?

Just who does she think She is?

What colour is she, anyhow?

What dreams does she dream?

What name is she attached?

Who named her, if not my parents…

I dislike this She,

She is out to control me,

She must be, she?

I would much rather place my trust in me.

In me, in me, in




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