KTay

Inner Critic

 

Don\'t Say A Word

 

Deafening whispers

Screaming in his ears

Drums bleeding

Insecurities beating

He tries to speak

It tells him to be silent

Figurative knife on his tongue

Literally

He just bites it

Vocal chords strumming hard

Their vibration is stilled

Choking

On his words

Their sounds have been killed

It\'s so loud

The only voice to be heard

Inside his mind

Interrupting his lines

Communications

Cut

Off

All of the syllables dropped

The signal\'s lost

It is constant

The degrading deflating putting downs

From the monstrous critic

Stupidity\'s epitome

It\'s guttural utterance

Breaking

Taking him down

Making him believe

That he

Has nothing of meaning

There\'s not a thing

No reason for speaking

Locked in silence

Solitary confinement

The outlier

He just lies there and takes it

Quiet

Leaving him idle

Holding hostage

All of his notes

He chokes

He can\'t breathe

But he sees

He has got to break free

No longer

Can it keep

Rising defiance

He needs to fight it

A way

He needs to find it

Breaking the silence

To make it

 

Stop

 

It\'s time is up

It\'s his time

His time to talk

Inner critic

Can fuck off

Take a walk