Imagine a voice.
The voice of negativity.
Sitting prettily in the back of your head.
Judging your every move.
Your every inclination.
You got one wrong on a test?
You ******* up.
How could you be so dumb?
Try harder next time.
You had a treat?
Who says you deserve that?
Certainly not I.
You lazy, fat, sloth.
Is that your reflection in the mirror?
Now isn't that terrifying?
That acne, that hair.
Yikes.
I run amok in your mind.
I control your every last move.
Just try to escape my wrath.
You blubbering, bumbling fool.