When all goes according to plan, my inner critic eats me alive.
The easy way is never the right one,
And the mind must always buzz like a hive.
Even if my head works like a charm and I manage to lift the curse,
My head drips red judgement ink
Into an electric anxiety hearse.
When the watch is not running the hours correctly, I crumble.
There is a part in me I fear the most,
A part that never learned to be humble.
Even if I master the minutes, the rhythm is never quite correct.
My tongue cuts open the folds of my brain,
Replaces thoughts with lies and neglect.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 