“Tu sei il vero fallimento!”
That’s what he tells me…
The worst voice inside my head.
It screams above all others.
It silences them like students in a class.
Though he wishes not to teach,
But to speak.
In his deep raspy, guttural shrieking voice,
He takes in a deep breath to scream,
With each comes a new ach in the front of my mind.
It refuses to leave, despite my attempts to remove it.
It is confident I shall give in.
“Tu sei il vero fallimento!”
He screams again.
This time louder than any voice I have ever heard.
It strikes me with a bolt of pain.
As if I have just fallen onto a million shards of glass.
His words glow against my eyelids like the sun of a hot summer day.
“Tu sei il vero fallimento!”
His words are more than true.
He says to me again calmly:
“You are the true failure"