A monologue about the inner voice that watches you, laughs at your mistakes, and fuels paranoia. The speaker describes this inner face as something that awakens when you close your eyes, constantly critiquing and observing, suggesting everyone carries one.
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pressure was fed. But I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head, like a face that I hold inside, face that awakes when I close my eyes, face that I watch every time I lie, face that laughs every time I fuck up. I know that when it's time to sink or swim, the face inside is hearing me, right underneath my skin. Yes, I got paranoia brookin' over my bow. Yes, I got whirlwinds inside of my head. Yes, I got can't stop what I'm living within. It's like the face inside is right beneath my skin. I know what they're facing me, one all my mistakes to me. You got a face on the inside too. Your paranoia is probably worse. I don't know what set me off first, but I know what I can't stand. Everybody likes it. The fact of the matter is I can't add up to what you can, but everybody has a face that they hold inside. Face that awakes when I close my eyes. Face that watches every time they lie. Face that laughs every time they fall.