Little Voice

In one moment of doubt, that tiny suppressed little voice jolts me out of my daydream and whispers about things I believe about myself

I'm not good enough

There is something wrong with me

I don't deserve anything good.

I leave myself open to being betrayed when I love

I don't have the ability to succeed in life

I am bad

I cannot be trusted

One day people will discover that I am a fraud.

I listen. I nod. I agree. Then I argue. Then I put that little voice back in her box where she belongs.