I have an interesting ability
I talk myself through everything, you see.
I know a lot of people can do this
I’m not claiming a title all pish posh…ish.
But it’s something that explains a bit about me
I talk myself in or out of everything…nearly.
I’ve talked myself out of fear before
I’ve made myself believe I like doing my chore
I’ve talked myself into a calm from anxiety
I have convinced myself not to care for society
I’ve argued away tears time and time again
I’ve coerced myself to pick up my pen
But in return myself coerces me
Into believing I’ll never be
As good as I want to be.
And as payment for what I’ve made myself do
Myself demeans what I do too.
But I want myself to convince me
That I can be a better me.
I want myself to believe
There is nothing I can’t achieve
So I’ll keep trying to talk my way
Until myself believes me when I say
I’ll become the best me I can be
When I convince myself and myself convinces me.