The voice

THE VOICE
There is a voice, within me.
That voice is so, annoying.
Make me feel, very sick.
Like a smelly, trodden fish.

She was present, when I was
hungry.
She was present, when I was angry.
She was present, when I was writing.
She is present, inside me.

I don't know what she wants.
I don't know what she is.
I don't know who she is.
I don't know where she came from.

Maybe she cares about me, Maybe she hates me.
Her name is nicely and darkly, Maybe she wants to rebel against me.

She cares about me, I call her nicey.
She hates me, I call her darkly. She controls my anger, she makes me feel anxious.

There is a voice, within me.
That voice is so, annoying.
Make me feel, very sick. Like a smelly, trodden fish.
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