A voice, dressed in camouflage tries to poison the delicate mind
A voice, foreign Seeks to shriek putrid words that contort & ricochet about the brain.
Despite subtle tiptoes A wobble in its timbre trips a wire in the maze-like mind
A vile voice, doesnβt belong to true Self- Love seizes the intruder, to unmask a cowering Ego
Noticing that the negative voice in my head no longer even sounds like my own. It sounds as if a foreign voice is saying these things, whereas once my own voice and this voice where much the same.