They keep screaming

My thoughts are screams

They aren’t quiet, normal thoughts.

They are loud bursts of incompetency.

“Get your shit together, Brenda!”

“Why are you like this, Brenda?”

“You’re over thinking again, Brenda!”

“Just be still, Brenda!”

“What is wrong with you?!”

“Be a better mother”

But I was never shown how!

“It’s not that hard”

“Be a better teacher”

But I don’t even like my job.

“Do. Better.”

How?

“Figure it out.

You’re so pathetic.”

I’m trying my best...

“Now stop talking to yourself.

You sound crazy.”