it won't leave me alone,
making me feel like a crone.
I can't think straight,
it's dark feathers cloud my mind like a thick fog.
I find this fog lasting far too long.
I panic as I can't hear the others around me.
The fog becoming thicker by the day and even
when I try to flee.
When laughing or crying it crowds my mind
with the noise of clatter.
It batters me with it's taunts and sneers,
and this fog never clears.
It's clatter only gets louder and louder,
whether or not I agree with it's jeers it
continues.
The voices only gets louder and sinews.
I agree when it says I'm an ugly bat.
I agree when it says I'm fat.
I disagree when people say I look beautiful,
when I'm really plentiful in ugliness.
I make a mess of myself and
I most definitely am not the best.
The Jackdaw's clatter grows louder making
my every success into a mess I guess.
My mind rages of ways I can mess up and how.
Another day of that clatter.
I cry everytime I look into the mirror,
and sometimes even terror.
I can't continue my note said.
Then it said I wish I was dead.
"I'm fed up!" I cried.
And now I shall fly.