My Being

A slow shiver crawling up your back A turn of the head, an uneasy glance An empty room, filled with too much . A devil on my shoulder, in my head Shouting over my own thoughts and Whispering, coercing, manipulating . A creature coiled under the bed, Hypnotic eyes, a voice meant only for you Asking you, telling you to stay To leave everything To be his . A mild-mannered tenant, quiet at first, Now increasingly louder Harsher Less ashamed to be himself Judgmental and sarcastic and too truthful Less guilty when he points out your flaws Delighting in your doubts Unaware or unabashed By the silent tears behind a polite smile . A substance, a slime Pulling it's way up your throat, into your mouth Tacky, sticky Stronger with every word you try to speak Trapping your words Your thoughts You . You trapped inside yourself. . An empty room Filled with nothing Filled with everything Filled with you. . You can't see the room without them You can't live without them They are you and You are them And there is no separation And there is no escaping And there is no being without them . There is a want. A want to leave A want to expel A want to be, to exist, to live . But there is no being without them No living without them Without yourself. They are you and You are them And they are being. . They are me And I am them And they are my being.