I’ve given giving

up a lot of thought

 

and have decided

I’m not that tough

 

to face the thought

of failure every day

 

not that hanging in

has been a thrill

 

there are in fact

a lot of people I could kill

 

but I’d have to deal

with that reflection

 

masochism saves me

the sweet pain of failure

 

the interior narrator

laughing at my every defeat

 

and the one in a million times

I win him over those times

 

when he’d rather be at dinner

it’s almost worth

 

the humiliations

I carry on the plate

 

I’d just like to say

I could have done it without him

 

It’s not that I don’t appreciate him

there are just some things

 

one alone has to face