You’re a sickness, a disease;

A poisonous parasite.

Somehow you found a way in,

stayed out of my sight.

I didn’t notice you until things

started to change.

From that point on I knew things

would never be the same.

My appearance switched up and

so did my attitude.

I was no longer the nice girl,

I was bad and quite rude.

Then I got ill and people thought

drugs were to blame.

When I started hearing things,

I thought I was going insane.

But it was you taking over and that

inner voice was me.

I struggle to push you out

and force you to leave.


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