She, is always there…
Between us.
When I am meek and mild,
She is passionate and wild….
A dagger in my soul…
She is the antidote….
who sees you through…
when I scream obscenities,
Spit poison at you….
cunning and sly…
obsessed and possessed…
I know her, very well….
the mad woman
she makes life hell….
I see her, everyday
there is no getting away….
she dances around me
above…below…
Fast… slow…
laughing… taunting ,so….
sometimes I catch her
mirrored reflection’s
the other self…
she who wishes me ill health….
she is the demon…
who is me…
she pushes all that I love
away from me.
