The Voice in My Head
There’s this voice in my head, you see.
And like any other voice, it speaks to me.
It tells me what is good, and what is bad,
What is ugly, and what is “totally rad.”
But sometimes, this voice is a crisis,
And makes me hear odd noises.
It whispers: “Don’t do your chores,”
“It bores you to tears! Yes, it bores.”
Being the child I am,
And being in this particular jam,
Of course I’m going to sit around,
And never let my butt leave the ground.
As the days progress,
And worse becomes the mess,
Mom becomes mad,
And in return I become sad.
“Don’t be sad.” it speaks quietly.
“You can still go places. Just move silently.”
Being the child I am,
And being in this particular jam,
Of course I’m going to break out,
Instead of sitting around with a pout.
And when I get caught,
Mom asks: “Have you forgot?”
“You’re grounded.” she commands.
I know it’s useless to make demands.
But the voice slowly speaks:
“Tell her that she reeks.”
That gives me a shove to my room,
Where I sit in utter gloom.
“What did I do?” I say aloud,
Careful not too make too much of a sound.
The voice says: “You didn’t stand up.”
“You let her walk over you. You just gave up!!”
The morning after, there is a list of things to do,
Before Mom’s work day is through.
“Don’t do these things.” the voice starts to coon.
“She won’t be home anytime soon.”
“I’m already in trouble.” I slowly say.
“Besides, there’s nothing better to do today.”
The voice laughs and speaks:
“There’s open swim today. The one you’ve looked forward to for weeks!”
I stood there and thought,
‘How could I possibly get caught?’
“I don’t have a dollar.” I say for a reason.
“Besides, skipping out on this feels like treason!”
“Take a dollar from your mother,”
“Besides, you can think of a good cover!”
I feel like listening to what it tells me,
But then, the feeling of guilt overwhelms me.
“No.” I simply say.
“I’m going to do my chores today.”
“And furthermore,”
I continue: “I will not walk out that door.”
“Are you an idiot?!” the voice screams.
“No.” I say. “You’re the idiot it seems.”
I did what needed to be done,
Then, I went out and had some fun.
But something still seems…out of place.
It was weird not having this voice screaming in my face.
There’s this voice in my head, you see.
And like any other voice, it speaks to me.
I shouldn’t always do what it tells me,
But it helps me have fun, you see.
Don’t let it get to you head, and you should be fine.
But don’t listen to it all the time.
If you shut it off completely, you’ll be missing out,
And all you’ll do all day is sit around and pout.
So tell it to shut up when you need things done,
But ask for it’s help…
When you wanna have fun
And like any other voice, it speaks to me.
It tells me what is good, and what is bad,
What is ugly, and what is “totally rad.”
But sometimes, this voice is a crisis,
And makes me hear odd noises.
It whispers: “Don’t do your chores,”
“It bores you to tears! Yes, it bores.”
Being the child I am,
And being in this particular jam,
Of course I’m going to sit around,
And never let my butt leave the ground.
As the days progress,
And worse becomes the mess,
Mom becomes mad,
And in return I become sad.
“Don’t be sad.” it speaks quietly.
“You can still go places. Just move silently.”
Being the child I am,
And being in this particular jam,
Of course I’m going to break out,
Instead of sitting around with a pout.
And when I get caught,
Mom asks: “Have you forgot?”
“You’re grounded.” she commands.
I know it’s useless to make demands.
But the voice slowly speaks:
“Tell her that she reeks.”
That gives me a shove to my room,
Where I sit in utter gloom.
“What did I do?” I say aloud,
Careful not too make too much of a sound.
The voice says: “You didn’t stand up.”
“You let her walk over you. You just gave up!!”
The morning after, there is a list of things to do,
Before Mom’s work day is through.
“Don’t do these things.” the voice starts to coon.
“She won’t be home anytime soon.”
“I’m already in trouble.” I slowly say.
“Besides, there’s nothing better to do today.”
The voice laughs and speaks:
“There’s open swim today. The one you’ve looked forward to for weeks!”
I stood there and thought,
‘How could I possibly get caught?’
“I don’t have a dollar.” I say for a reason.
“Besides, skipping out on this feels like treason!”
“Take a dollar from your mother,”
“Besides, you can think of a good cover!”
I feel like listening to what it tells me,
But then, the feeling of guilt overwhelms me.
“No.” I simply say.
“I’m going to do my chores today.”
“And furthermore,”
I continue: “I will not walk out that door.”
“Are you an idiot?!” the voice screams.
“No.” I say. “You’re the idiot it seems.”
I did what needed to be done,
Then, I went out and had some fun.
But something still seems…out of place.
It was weird not having this voice screaming in my face.
There’s this voice in my head, you see.
And like any other voice, it speaks to me.
I shouldn’t always do what it tells me,
But it helps me have fun, you see.
Don’t let it get to you head, and you should be fine.
But don’t listen to it all the time.
If you shut it off completely, you’ll be missing out,
And all you’ll do all day is sit around and pout.
So tell it to shut up when you need things done,
But ask for it’s help…
When you wanna have fun