.Wishful Thinking.

theres a voice in my head
whispering to me
i try to drown it out
but it just doesn't let me be
it mocks at my mistakes
and makes me stumble and fall
and when i want to forget everything
it makes me remember my each pitfall
it makes me angry
it makes me cry
it feeds on my darkest secrets
and saps on my inner light
it looks out of the mirror
and tells me i'm no good
and if it could torture me
i'm sure it would
the cold voice
the stony eyes
the heart which doesn't know how to feel
as cold as ice
yet its a part of me
something i can't tear apart
and its the one which gives me inspiration to prove me
and make new starts...