No room

You have no room at my table. I need riders that stick by me like glue to paper. Like Clyde to my Bonnie. I need those negative thoughts to be erased like chalk on a board at the end of the day. You are the the hurdle that keeps me from moving forward ,and  reaching the new heights because staying small and hidden so much easier. You are the killers of dreams and the sleepless nights. The evil thoughts that are no limit soldiers that oblerate everything in their path. You are the monster that will consume me if I let you. So no placemat for you at my table.