Mind Your Words

A conscience is meant to be a guide
So why is mine not on my side?
I fight without ceasing with the voice
That dictates and controls my every choice
Why must it win every time?
What is it and who am I?
It says the vilest of words
With judgement so blurred
About my nearest and dearest ones
Oh from this voice, I cannot run
It may win these daily duels
And it may be far more than cruel
But I will keep fighting on
With the voice that stands strong
I think I heard a stutter today
It was faint but I heard it escape
Marvelous! This gives me such hope
I finally have discovered my scope
I must be going, for I have an ongoing war
With the voice in my head that grows slightly more unsure.

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