The Voice Of Shame
Shame,
that toxic,
corrosive,
hopeless,
bleak,
dead inside,
place of despair
and ruin
that I walk around with all the time.
Some days it’s in my face,
some days it’s on the periphery
and some days it seems nonexistent,
but it is always, always lurking under the surface,
just waiting,
seeking a new excuse,
a new reason,
a new way
to tell me how bad I am,
how I don’t measure up,
and how I will fail,
no matter how hard I try.