Little voice

The little voice inside my head has been growing louder with each passing day. What started as a whisper behind my ears has turned into an audible being. It sticks out its tongue, wiggling its fingers by its head. It mocks and patronizes me, telling me that there will always be people who are better at what I do. It throws its head back and releases a shattering laugh. It asks me why I try to redeem what has already been lost. I feel its lingering breath of scorn, and the smell of failures.

I want to kick it in the nuts.

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