Written by You know the voice.
It is the one that is there the moment you wake up and something has gone wrong. The one that weighs in on everything you attempt with a precision and a cruelty that no external critic has ever quite matched. The one that knows exactly which words will land most effectively, because it has access to information about you that no one else has. Every failure, every embarrassment, every thing you have done that you are not proud of, every secret fear about what you fundamentally are.
It sounds like you. It speaks in your internal voice, your internal language, your internal register. It knows your most private names for your most private fears. It is, in a sense, the most intimate voice in your life, and it is using that intimacy to wound you.