I’ve become friends

With a girl

Whose name

I dare not say.

I hide her

Behind lies,

Tears

And the pleading

Of my enemy.

She makes me

Do things

I didn’t think

I was

Capable of.

She found me

Vulnerable

And took advantage.

Now she has me

Believing

That I’m worthless,

Ugly, a fool and a

Failure.

But then again,

She makes me

Feel thin and pretty,

Charming and

good enough.

She makes my

Insides scream

And people around

Me whisper.

There’s no getting

Rid of her.

She’ll be with me

Till the day I die.

She holds my hand

And slowly leads me

To my death.