Hey, I’m your inner consciousness.
That annoying voice you hear when you try to ignore the truth.
The calming advice that resonates in your head when you feel like you’re breaking.
I know you hate me. And sometimes when you’re alone you like talking to me.
I know sometimes you wish that I would just shut up.
You don’t need a stupid voice to guide you.
Sometimes you see him walking down the hallway, with broken glasses and greasy hair.
I keep poking you to say one mean word.
He needs to suck it up, right?
Sometimes when you look at her, you burn with jealousy.
I try stopping you from spreading those terrible rumors.
She never did anything to you, right?
I stand by good. I stand by evil.
I pull you up. I bring you down.
I’m like a tempest. You don’t know in which direction I’ll make you sway.
And in the end, you can only say, “I wish I did it in another way.”
Don’t even get me started on this post. I seriously have no clue what this is. A poem? I don’t know given the fact that only the last line rhymes. Maybe a free verse. I have no idea. So, I’m just going to treat this as a poem. Don’t hate me. I know I suck at poetry but I kind of like this.
Thank you for reading!!