I can only blame myself for what I have done,
despite being easier to point my finger your way.
Don’t you dare judge me, I’m not the only one
that would shamefully bend the words you say.
If we sat down and commenced a game of chess,
I would do anything that it could take to win.
Eventually I would have to get it off my chest,
but only to relieve my foul conscience of sin.
Hello, I am the little voice that lives in your mind,
the reason that you so often feel insane.
However, I am the best friend you’ll come to find,
because now I am the only one you can blame.
© 2017 Joseph Emerson WhatsInsideAMadmansHat.com
Darn that little voice! She gets me into so much trouble! I enjoyed reading your poem.
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But luckily it also keeps us out of it sometimes…! 🤗
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Very true! Nice way of looking at it.
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Thank you so much. And yes always in trouble lol
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Brilliant!
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Thank you so much. Means a lot. Truly
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You’re welcome!
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