The Inner Voice

Descending into the silence
I can hear the clock ticking
As I sit across the bathtub fence
My inner voice starts pricking

An unknown rage begins to rise
How can she do that – I think
Is this the negative me or the wise?
I drown my head into the sink

Staring at my own reflection
Noticing black spots on the mirror
I begin to initiate an undue notion
Now those thoughts, fated to be fewer

Placing the phone on my ear
I start cursing my heart out
You’re such a slut! – I tell her
I wrath, I hate, I cry and I shout

Punching into the brittleness
My blood soaks into the water
No voice now, just the quietness
It does, it definitely does matter

Now the mirror is spot-free
What did I lose or rather gain?
No, tell me, is this the negative me?
Here, the inner voice is back again

- Adarsh Munjal