You lied to me.
You told me I must always shine--be brilliant.
You told me that withdrawal works--be silent.
You said my happiness was undeserved--be gloomy.
You told me . . . you told me . . .
Told me that I should not falter
Convinced me that I would.
Persuaded me I needed you
Told me how to live.
I hated you
I stayed with you.
You told me I was stupid
I knew that it was true.
The proof was that I listened to you.
All right, cards on the table. The "you" is not a person, per se; it's voices. Not
the schizophrenic kind, but the little disagree-ers, self-doubt and the like. The
kind that, if given half a chance, will grow to monster proportions and run your life.
They are not gentle.
March '01
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