The voice

I can't sleep at night.
No, I'm not insomanic. My problem is the voice. What voice?
The voice of dogs barking
The voice of old wheel that suddenly spins
The voice of owls and their wings while they call into the night
But the most terrible thing at night is the voice inside me.
The voice that say "You did a mistake".
"You are wrong".
The voice that only I hear him. The voice inside me. My conscience.
He tells me that I didn't do my job like I coul'd do.
He is telling me that I did the opposite
He tells me that I hurt someone.
I can hear him every night.
The voice at night is me. And everytime I hear him,
Everytime I'm hear this voice I know that I can be better.
The voice.