She


She is getting louder.
She is trying to control my mind.
She wants me to think and do awful things.
She wants me to believe things that are not real.
I am scared of what she will try and make me do next.
What if she succeeds?
I need her out of my head!
She has put me through years of emotional and physical torment.
But I don't remember life before she arrived.
I don't want to imagine a life without her.
She was my secret little companion.
She knew everything and never judged.
She felt the same way I did about everything.
But then it all changed.
The companionship I had with her faded.
She made me do awful things.
Believe awful things.
By each day her power over me seemed to get stronger.
I can't let her consume my mind.
She can't.
I won't let her.
No matter how much I love her, I will not let her take old of me.
But what if I am just not strong enough.
She doesn't think I am.
I'm probably not...

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