No matter how hard you try to escape It
It will always come back.
It settles in your stomach making it feel like a pit
and It devours your sanity like a mere snack.
It loves to make your palms sweat
and cause your chest to ache.
You wonder why It hasn't gone away yet
why It's still there making you break.
You beg for It to finally leave
for It to allow you some sense of tranquility.
But It has a goal to achieve.
To destroy your mental stability.
It is a monster you can not control.
One you can not see.
It is a demon that lives in your soul
and feeds until I am no longer me.
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