"and three, two, one... no! he did not make it. that's the third time today he has missed the green light. now he is forced to stand there on the corner, like an idiot, and wait to cross the street."
the faceless sports-commentator in my head
has turned against me.
that nonexistent person
who seems to take an interest in what i do.
he is no longer impressed
with my daily performance in life.
"look at him go! his shopping-cart is now moving up on the outside of the old lady with the blue hair, as they race down the frozen food aisle. will he make it to the check out line first? no, he failed again! beaten by an old lady."
it is very discouraging
to have a voice like that in your head.
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