Whenever I try not
to think my thoughts
are becoming the loudest.
My sirens appear,
their deafening chants
dim my sentiments,
they captivate my being,
through a bullhorn they
evoke sheer inferiority
I cannot defy.
I demean myself
again and again and
more and more,
I am not worth
anything, to no one.
I am inferior.
Fighting the sirens
is fighting myself and
every day my old self
succumbs their drowning
calls a little more.