“I am just a bag of flesh.”
That's what I tell myself when I panic.
“I don't exist”
That's how I get myself to look in the mirror
“You're going to be a failure”
That how I meet all my deadlines
“They look annoyed”
That's how I get myself to stop talking
“Her finding me will **** her.”
That's how I changed my mind.
The day I lose that voice will be the day I lose myself.