The Voice of Hate

Each day was punctuated
By the voice of hate.
A voice so loud,
He could hear little else.
Ever critical,
And scornful
The voice was not quiet
For even a moment.
He tried to please the voice,
But the voice was never pleased.
Goalposts moved,
Old goals mocked,
And he found himself again,
And again,
And again,
Locked in a cycle of self hate.
The only party to a voice
No one else would understand.
And he hated it,
As much as it hated him.
And yet,
He listened…

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3 Responses to The Voice of Hate

  1. So many of us can be our own sternest critics.

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  2. So hard not to listen when the voice is in your head!

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  3. wbdeejay says:

    Hate feeds hate.
    And he listened,
    So used to obeying
    the inner voice

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