I know

I know who you are now,

Or better yet, what you are,

What you've become,

And the reason I cannot escape you.

You turned into the voice, little by litte,

That annoying, obnoxious voice,

Inside my head.

Everytime I hear it,

It is you, talking to me,

Reminding me of all the things you used to say,

Telling me how ridiculous I act in public,

Criticizing my clothes,

And the grossly way my bodyhair grows.

Explaining how people talk badly about me behind my back,

And then they are nice to me for courtesy, not cause they like me... which they don't, AT ALL.

Laughing at my face, everytime I eat something sugary, cause no one will love me when I'm fat.

You complain about every little thing I do,

Even though you are not here anymore

To see how much I've grown and how much better I am now that you are gone.

And it doesn't matter,

For you never actually left.

You found a way of lasting, turning into that inner voice that kills my self esteem whenever I look in the mirror. 

To get rid of you, I need to extinguish it too,

That shitty thing that is so familiar,

And follows me since my infancy,

The one thing I always found a way to maintain, using the excuse that it makes me more humble.

There is nothing humble about self deprecation, but it is a confort zone,

And then a war zone,

But now it shall just become a dead zone.

Die, motherfucker.