Whispers

Start after it ends
It drives me crazy
Mocks me, you could've done better
I choose not to listen
But it crashes me soon anyway

'You're behind on everything',
it whispers, makes my heartrate fly up
Lists of things, incomplete
Fly through my head, there's no end

I breathe and tickle
Till it goes away a bit
Will have forgotten this tomorrow
Better days feel as lies now