I feel there is a voice in my head and it frantically wants to be
It is the director of the movie and I, the actress
It whispers to me when it sees prompts.
It dictates how the story should go.
It is the conductor of the choir.
The voice uses my fingers to put stuff on paper and the words jump at me even.
The voice is that extrovert author, always wanting to be heard and seen and I, the introvert.
It literally forces me to write because this voice desperately wants to be
I am not that voice. That voice only uses me.
Blame that voice when you dislike what you read.
Embrace the voice if you like the content.
For it is the views of the voice that you see and read. Not mine.