He follows me.
He sits on my shoulders
whispering not-so-pleasantries in my ear.
He tells me what to eat
what to think
what to feel
what to do.
He tells me I am
a worthless
waste of space.
He tells me
Nobody will ever
love me.
Every time I make an assumption
an assumption that maybe
just maybe
he is wrong
he just shouts, sitting on me bed
filing his nails
a cruel smirk painted on his face
"Not true."
But maybe you can help me
Kick him out.
Dump his freeloading ass
tell him to leave me the fuck alone
I would be cautiously optimistic, But he won't let me feel that way.
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