The holy of holies in the temple of my body
Every fault exposed, the faults glaring, the mistakes obvious.
Voices chide, voices mock
Pinpricks of light illuminating every dark corner of my mind
Voices of accusation, voices of hate
I endure all as the icy barbs of judgement piercing my scalp become a crown of thorns
I do not like this
When will they stop
Imposter syndrome rips another hole in my soul and I am plunged into chaos and pain
Darkness sweeping over me as I become what I hate and they lurk in the shadows of my mind waiting to pounce
This is how I will be judged, naked for all to see
Exposed and tired I lay in bed staring at the ceiling
We talk in circles for hours, never making progress, never surrendering an inch
I will never have peace of mind until the day I lay my head on Christ's feet and go to sleep
