that little voice can be foe or friend

depending on which way it wants me to go

i have no illusions about its source

comes from the evil and good that lives in my heart

so i dare not say ” can’t imagine where that came from” there are still many boxes in my head that i need to discard

so i don’t ignore them, although i use to try

i just whisper softly ”i don’t believe your lies” and ”no i am not supposed to possess everything i see”, because depending on my willingness to be honest, i don’t always want to do what’s best for me

i started to say i don’t always know, but that would be a lie. i know, just don’t always want to do