Words - Dina Gardner

egg on my face again.
some walk on egg shells,
others wear it on their face.
i am weary
of the continual shame
in my room
i am safe.
"my cave" saves me
from the humiliation that
follows me persistently.
the adjectives i claim as my own
do nothing for my self respect.
they are just words,
but they cut like a razor sharp blade
removing any prospect of peace.
worthless, dumb, stupid...
words that have formed my identity.
a lifetime of articulate language
moving through my head
without control.
strength of mind has,
so far,
proven ineffective;
self-talk has been futile.
the inner voices
have been in command,
playing havoc in my mind.
the volume inside
takes on a world of it's own.
voices, be still.
let me rest in peace,
with egg on my face.