Ruthless Cohesion Poem by Roshana Phillips

Shut Up! Shut Up!
Words- My words.
They penetrates my brain daily,
Antagonizing my stimulus
When they should be supporting me.

'You'll never make it,
Those goals are too high,
Cut them;
You are weak and meek,
There's none you seek that you will ever reap.'

Shut up! Shut up, Shut up!

Stampede of thoughts
Voices- In my head
Words- In the inner me
Questioning my permanence
As I reflect on my actual existence.
Words- tattooing my mirror
So that all that I can see
Is this veil
That they thrust at me.

But what if they are right?

Maybe, I should set lower goals,
I'll definitely have less to uphold.
What if I'm useless?
What if they are right?
Words they penetrates my brain daily
Questioning my actual existence,
As I traverse another phase of life tense.