When you live with the critic
It makes life more difficult
The roommate from hell
Who never applied for the space
Just moved on in
And won't shut the fuck up
Looking over your shoulder
Pointing out
Everything your doing that's
Stupid and wrong
Turning the mirror into a
Toxic reflection pool
Telling scary stories
About who you've never been
&
Should have been
Insomnia & anxiety wrapped up
in a gigantic cringe,
a gift, no doubt.
The battle is a finger puzzle
The more you struggle
The more painfully stuck
You become
Continually looping
While trying to make it stop.
And it never does.
I don't listen to the critic much
any more
It comes and goes
And that's okay
With me
In the end
Peaceful acceptance is all I
Try to remember.