Whenever I tie my shoelaces to accomplish something
Every time I want to take a significant step in my life
I hear echoes of menaces whimpering inside my cranium
An unseen voice whispering to me that I cannot make it
My hopes deflate like a punctured balloon and I give up

I am convinced there is an antagonist in my intellect
The terrorist who dwells upstairs and regulates my decisions
I suspect he is not on my side; he must be an opponent
Because he hasn’t told me anything constructive yet
His diction contains threats, discouragements and negativity

I know very well that all the things we want in life are possible
But from whence do these debilitating testimonials come?
Because whenever it’s about kick-off, he is a step ahead
He gives me thoughts of people who tried and then flunked
Causing me to forget that failure on first attempt is an enzyme

Even when I decide to appeal to the Almighty for favours
The one in my psyche throws the verdict before I get to the last amen
And I’m left with no other option than to cut it short
I cut it short because I hate wasting time for nothing
Delayed bouts are not my type of entertainment

I can’t sleep trying to figure out a way to get rid of the terrorist
I can hardly sleep, thinking about the undeniable fact
The fact that the terrorist is stronger than I am
Yet he is none other than my fearful version
The one that is extremely difficult to consolidate

I have depended on this terrorist for a long time, but I’ve had enough
My decisions have long rested on his wishes, but not anymore
For I discovered the terrorist is a propagandist
Disheartenment is his tone, and pessimism his accent
My respects have ceased and I will listen to him no more