Poem - It's Only You
I was once told there is a devil who makes you feel bold
And an angel perched on your shoulder
As I grew older, I leaned towards the devil
Never tried to wrestle with his opinion
As my mind was just his dominion
The angel became quiet and reserved
Scared to speak up and preserve my mental state
One day it dawned on me, a new theory
This angel and devil only emulate
I realized the only man speaking to me
Was just my worst part
I’d cut out the kindness and the heart
I now realize the man on my back
Only knew how to criticize
All he could do was attack
Because that’s what I told him
I’m useless, stupid, unattractive
Nobody should give me a chance
I’m not proactive nor active
You can tell at first glance I’m a mess
I said I can’t do anything
He listened, took it all on board
Like training a parrot
I went overboard with rude phrases
If I’d have thrown in some praises too
It could have been different
The man in the mirror now that’s not you
It is someone who can never love you
Old habits are hard to replace
For years I tried to preach kindness
In the hopes that I could teach kindness
To the man on my back whom I cannot face
I so desperately wanted him to want the best for me
If I could not love and accept the things I see
When I look in the mirror
Then I guess things would never be clearer
“Look” I said to the man looking back
“I don’t understand you.”
“You write the background noise of my life! Our soundtrack.”
“I’m only trying to live up to you.”
It took a moment of silent stares
But I responded to my reflection
“You filled out the questionnaire,”
“Telling me how you wanted to be”
“A man without direction”
“Always avoiding reflection”
“Said you didn’t need protection”
“You’d take what life threw”
“Now look at you”
The man in the mirror who hates me
Who has always given me the third degree
You know what, he’s right
I was a bit too forthright
Before I knew what I was like
I was telling myself to dislike
Everything that I might have been
What a foolish way to be
I could try and not demean
Maybe we could both agree
In ways I’m smart
I have got heart
It was hidden away for protection
Starved for affection from the self
Together we can love ourself
Now that I’m not holding happiness at ransom
I see myself as a bit more handsome
With the man on my back finally backing me
I no longer see him as a horrible critic
I can’t bear to talk to
He’s not parasitic, he’s my closest friend
I know whatever happens we’ll push through in the end
And an angel perched on your shoulder
As I grew older, I leaned towards the devil
Never tried to wrestle with his opinion
As my mind was just his dominion
The angel became quiet and reserved
Scared to speak up and preserve my mental state
One day it dawned on me, a new theory
This angel and devil only emulate
I realized the only man speaking to me
Was just my worst part
I’d cut out the kindness and the heart
I now realize the man on my back
Only knew how to criticize
All he could do was attack
Because that’s what I told him
I’m useless, stupid, unattractive
Nobody should give me a chance
I’m not proactive nor active
You can tell at first glance I’m a mess
I said I can’t do anything
He listened, took it all on board
Like training a parrot
I went overboard with rude phrases
If I’d have thrown in some praises too
It could have been different
The man in the mirror now that’s not you
It is someone who can never love you
Old habits are hard to replace
For years I tried to preach kindness
In the hopes that I could teach kindness
To the man on my back whom I cannot face
I so desperately wanted him to want the best for me
If I could not love and accept the things I see
When I look in the mirror
Then I guess things would never be clearer
“Look” I said to the man looking back
“I don’t understand you.”
“You write the background noise of my life! Our soundtrack.”
“I’m only trying to live up to you.”
It took a moment of silent stares
But I responded to my reflection
“You filled out the questionnaire,”
“Telling me how you wanted to be”
“A man without direction”
“Always avoiding reflection”
“Said you didn’t need protection”
“You’d take what life threw”
“Now look at you”
The man in the mirror who hates me
Who has always given me the third degree
You know what, he’s right
I was a bit too forthright
Before I knew what I was like
I was telling myself to dislike
Everything that I might have been
What a foolish way to be
I could try and not demean
Maybe we could both agree
In ways I’m smart
I have got heart
It was hidden away for protection
Starved for affection from the self
Together we can love ourself
Now that I’m not holding happiness at ransom
I see myself as a bit more handsome
With the man on my back finally backing me
I no longer see him as a horrible critic
I can’t bear to talk to
He’s not parasitic, he’s my closest friend
I know whatever happens we’ll push through in the end
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