Ana Darling
I look in the mirror
I don't see me
I just see her
The demon that haunts my every thought and dream
Some call her Ana
I usually just say
Ana Please
Ana,
please leave me be
Ana,
please let me be happy
Ana,
I've been getting better
Ana,
I missed you so much
She convinces me I can't live without her
She tells me I don't need food
I just need her
Everyone will love you
She would say
It was all so enticing
I coudn't quite resist
I look in the mirror
I see what she's done
Ana,
Is this really me
I start to fall to pieces
I'm an old clay vase
I'm crumbling
She just watches and laughs
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