Today I worked, loved my family, and painted

For most, a day so simple would leave them elated

And while I, myself, am happy with my choices

There seems to be nothing i can do to appease the voices

“I bet you’ve made your best friend mad”

“At your funeral they’ll all be glad”

“You are horrible and a sinner”

“If you ever tried, you’d be much thinner”

Daydreaming these intrusions could be buried forever

Its been years since seeing their creators

The worms that crawled in my ear to cut and sever

Tore away my soul til i only saw my life as a spectator

Imprisoned in my ceaseless postulations

Seemingly determined on my demise

But I receive no congratulations

For being able to see past their lies

Endless dialogues with women with degrees

Have never been enough to save little old me

Decades later im still kept awake

By those little voices all my abusers seemed so intent to make

If i said everything in my head aloud

I wonder what would happen

I think my partner would be very proud

But you might try to get a slap in

You’ve always been fearful of how i think

“Its a devotion to the angel that fell”

I think its full of wonder and I’m starting to speak

Even if you assume it a satanic spell

I chant different not deficient just to myself

Echoing my lack of support

I’m not like a doll on a shelf

and don’t have to be a good sport

I am who I am, and you are who you are,

But id just wish you’d left me with much fewer scars

You’ve gone on and changed your last name

Taking no responsibility for the suffering you made