In My Head
“They’re talking about you. They don’t like you. They don’t like your personality.” She cackles cruelly.
“Shut up,” I whisper half hearted, defeated. My head hangs in shame, and I feel certain she’s right. It weighs on me, this disappointment. I’ve fallen, hands and knees on the hard ground, head bent low.
“Why try? You’re just going to fail. You’ve already failed.” Her grin is menacing. Her arms are folded across her chest, and she stands tall, confident, aware she has me.
“I won’t fail,” I whisper as I place my right foot firmly on the ground. I will stand. “I haven’t failed.” Her arms have fallen to her sides, her face set in anger. I’ve scared her. Good.
“Then what do you call it?” she demands.
“Trying,” I tell her, placing my hands on the ground to push myself up. “Persevering.”
Her eyes narrow. She strides forward and places her hands on me. She is determined to keep me down. "But why keep trying? You’ll only get hurt.” Her voice has changed. It’s honeyed. She’s trying to sound like she cares.
“Because that’s who I am,” I respond, shoving her hands off my shoulders. “I try. And if I fall, I get back up.” And suddenly I’m at her level. We stand facing each other, both determined to win this battle. I am fierce.
“You’re just going to fail,” she spits at me.
“Shut up,” I tell her, more sternly this time.
“They don’t like you,” she repeats.
“Liar,” I tell her, stronger now.
“You’ll fail,” she repeats. “You. Can’t. Do. It.”
And that’s it. “Shut up!” I yell. Suddenly, she’s gone. And standing in her place is…just me.