I am applauded for my supposed talents and works. Can’t they see these talents and works are nothing more than self-loathing’s reign over me.

Her quiet whispers are boundless as she drenches my ear with invectives and affirms my triviality.  Her voice has become a familiar melody that serenades my mind and her song confronts anyone who challenges her position. 

I attempt to war against her words but her persuasion and eloquence are a force to be reckoned with.

She baits me with the notion that my talents and works will release me from her grasp.  I fervently seek and find accomplishment and do good deed in hopes of finding freedom from her reign, but the high quickly departs just as autumn leaves are seized by the wind. 

I suddenly realize my victory and approval will never be in my talent or works.  My victory will be in silencing her voice. 

-Amy S. Parady