Tolerating Self

Sometimes my thoughts put me to shame,
Tolerating myself is the toughest job.
I stay in it, I stay and stay…
Many hours and endless days.
Suddenly, it evaporates,
As if it were never part of me.

Hard to Observe

Sometimes, it is hard to observe,
And nothing works.
I washed the kitchen dishes slowly,
But they were running inside me.
Suddenly, I realized—
I need to clean the dish properly.
When I finished,
I was happy again.

The Voices

They pushed me to react, I did that,
And I was in trouble again.
After many unsuccessful attempts,
One day I slowly walked to my job and heard them all,
They continued to talk and talk,
By the time I reached, suddenly they were gone.