Voices in my head screaming.

talking to me.

Boy you must be dreaming

Loser, can’t you see?


Don’t even try, don’t even start.

you are a mess.

help someone?  You haven’t the heart!

you’re weak, shallow, confess.


you can’t aid yourself

trying to write books?

they’ll end up on the thrift store shelf.

writers giving you dirty looks.