Bob

Bob

I’d like to introduce my friend

He lives inside my head

And for this note his name is Bob

He fills my mind with dread

Of course he’s not a real thing

I know his voice is mine

But this voice tells me I can’t do

A lot of things, the swine

See Bob tells me I look a mess

That people laugh at me

Or tells me if I do that thing

I'll think I need to flee

He’ll say that I’m not good enough

I don’t deserve the best

‘Cause I have failed so should be sad

I’ll likely fail the test

I don’t like Bob for what he says

That he’s made me not strong

I think it’s time to ask myself

But what if Bob is wrong?