Talking to Myself
Talking to myself, but I never listen.
Honest conversations turn into broken
Promises and explanations for decisions,
That were not my best. But when my mouth opens,
It seems I can’t hear a single word.
To no avail, they fall silent on deaf ears.
The voice of reason, so why do I sound absurd?
I’m just trying to make it clear,
That my foolish pride will be the end of me.
I need to make peace with myself,
But the inner me treats me like the enemy.
Hard-headed, I don’t need my help.
Will I ever see the bigger picture?
Will I ever hear that man trapped in the mirror?