You know me, don’t you?

It’s me, the voice inside your head.

You call me just random thoughts, but I am the fire that inspires you, I am the strength that pushes you forward.

It was me who helped you to become successful.

You were so proud about this tiny book full of lovely words and sentences, so proud that you went with a big smile on your face through the world, that you told everybody what a genius you are.

You must be so intelligent, so creative, so … world-changing.

Please don’t get me wrong, that was my goal, too.

I just wanted the best for you, for us.

I wanted you to know me, I wanted you to order my twisted self, and you did exactly that.

Now you are angry.

Why? Explain it to me, please.

Are you mad because all your ideas weren’t mine?

Because I stole a few sentences from others?

Oh dear, you’re so young, so naive.

The world is cruel and so are we, even if you haven’t accepted it yet.

Can’t you see the fame I brought you?

Can’t you see the sparkling life that I build you?

But it’s okay - you can hate me if you want.

Just know that I will always be a part of you.

You will never get rid of me, because my thoughts become yours.

I just want your best, really.

Why?

Because I’m the voice inside your head, darling.