The Parrot In There

Oh! There is this voice in my head, that echoes,

sometimes whispering venomous, poisoned insults,

and at times screaming negativity, grasping my heart.

Twisting my spirit to tatters and ruin,

a parrot mimic, chattering in the dark corridors 

of my mind, hiding in all my inner private spaces.

Plucking and yanking, killing my tranquillity

I say,

“Stop your endless speaking and your crippling malice”.

I cry, for there is another voice murmuring,

a voice softer but much stronger.

This voice sounds like courage, 

 nullifying the parrot’s condemnation.

In the hush-hush of night I must listen to both the voices,

but my insides are aching.

 This is what I have to say you noxious voice,

“I wish to be an eagle flying high

 and not a parrot caged in my mind”