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You.
Yes, You.
Staring at your screen, at this text.
Reading it in your mind’s voice.
You hear it don’t you?
Who’s voice is it that you hear?
Is it your own?
Whether it is or isn’t, you recognize it.
It’s been there for as long as you remember.
Judging, advising, helping, hurting.
Reminding you of happy times,
of embarrassing times.
Making you smile, cry and cringe.
Your own personal critic,
hiding behind your eyes.
Seeing everything,
hearing everything that you do.
It grows with you.
You probably talk back to it,
it doesn’t make you crazy.
Holding discourse with it,
solving problems with it.
It doesn’t always say what you want it to,
many times it disgusts you.
But that voice,
that’s you.
That’s the you that only you get to know.
The you that you hide from the world.
That you is truth.
That you is terrible.
That you is creative.
That you is cruel.
That you is complex.
That you is beautiful.
Yes, you.
You.
Yes, You.
Staring at your screen, at this text.
Reading it in your mind’s voice.
You hear it don’t you?
Who’s voice is it that you hear?
Is it your own?
Whether it is or isn’t, you recognize it.
It’s been there for as long as you remember.
Judging, advising, helping, hurting.
Reminding you of happy times,
of embarrassing times.
Making you smile, cry and cringe.
Your own personal critic,
hiding behind your eyes.
Seeing everything,
hearing everything that you do.
It grows with you.
You probably talk back to it,
it doesn’t make you crazy.
Holding discourse with it,
solving problems with it.
It doesn’t always say what you want it to,
many times it disgusts you.
But that voice,
that’s you.
That’s the you that only you get to know.
The you that you hide from the world.
That you is truth.
That you is terrible.
That you is creative.
That you is cruel.
That you is complex.
That you is beautiful.
Yes, you.
You.
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sepulcher
your body is jerusalem,
he’ll tell you
coveted first, then plundered.
– you’re my backwater bedroom
martyr, he’ll tell you
as he nails your wrists
to bedposts,
seizes your tongue like
a white flag,
pulls stones from your parapets –
little sister,
i’ll tell you
the children’s crusade
is lost:
and you’ll kneel at his sword and know
you were always his
to take
Literature
Anxiety...?
The air I breathe
Feels way too thick
And I'm drowning in
The thought of it
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When your friend makes a mistake...
When your friend makes a mistake,
but tries to right the wrong,
you don't tell them they're nothing,
and spitefully move along.
When your friend makes a mistake
and has owned up to it,
you don't tell them that they're worthless.
You don't tell them that they're shit.
Think about your own self.
Are you perfect in any way?
The answer is no. You're not.
You make mistakes every day.
You've no right to judge
what only your eyes detect.
Just 'cause they made a mistake,
it doesn't mean they're derelict.
When your friend makes a mistake
and takes responsibility,
and has learned and yearns to be better,
you need to support them...
...because you'
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Very true notion!