The little voice inside my head It whispers joy it whispers dread
Sometimes saint sometimes devil it really isn’t on the level
Twenty four by seven always on every thought is set upon
Takes both sides of the conversation it never really leaves the station

A constant mental dialogue mostly bullshit it’s trying to flog
Changing sides at the drop of a hat – hey fancy that!
I no longer take the bait – Its BS I will not narrate
No more cause for restlessness the voice has no real relevance

It cannot save or buffer me from what is my reality
I am not the voice inside my head I am the one watching it instead
I have shelved the reactivity replacing it with objectivity
The voice no longer has a job to do it’s not me and it’s not you