I wish to exterminate it
and crush it between my fingers
Yet it always gets away,
and escapes my grasp

Anger and rage boils up in my soul,
that I cannot retrieve that monster that says that I'm dull.
It tells me that I'm an idiot; I'm no good.
My motives are just a bunch of trash.

I then holler, air to the brim of my lungs,
"Stop!"
Yet it never does.

That disobedient little gnawer; he bites at my brain and tells me to quit.
But I cannot quit my dream! I must move forward,
I must persevere.
But how . . .?

The only way is to fight the fight
I kick that little monster,
that chews at my conscious
It will never win, little monster

You'll never win.
I'll never quit.