Programmed Demise I have all these worst critics in my head Making me wish I was dead Blasphemous teachings preachings I’m not good enough You’re not good enough Perfection is the lie So why can’t I shut up the voices in my mind Eating my energy down to the rind When all I do isn’t enough Telling me I must suck it up and act tough Programmed liars Demanding that I owe them a tithe I feel my insides writhe I’m enough You’re enough Grab my hand Feel it’s warmth The pulse We don’t have to be so rough! Written by: Megan Keller