I Don’t Like that Echo’s Tone

A voice inside my head tells me I’m good

Another one tells me that I’m a fraud

I’d pick one out to focus if I could

Instead I let my brain think vast and broad

“Just rein it in” I beg myself post haste

“The thoughts will run amok if left unchecked”

But common sense seems to have been misplaced

A victim of my own mindful neglect

If I can be candid for just one pause

I’d like to tell you how I really feel

I’ll never beg for love or some applause

Since humble praise can feel like an ordeal

I know in time that I will be okay

That much is clear through all the mental fray