When something went wrong, it was the message I always accept.
When searching who I am, it is the answer I always gave myself.
It was the reason why I felt so sorry for what I have done.
It was the reason why I felt awful after losing my son.
It is the monster that inhabits my soul.
It is the strongest lie I cannot control.
It never failed to make me cry.
It never wants to let me try.
It is the shout I always hear.
It is the voice that is always clear.