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Mitchel Endicott Sep 2018
You don't know me, but we've met.
Acquaintances? Certainly. Friends? You bet.
Soulmates? I'm the closest thing you'll ever get.

I'm sorry this happened. I know it's not fair.
If you're alone and standing, I suggest you grab a chair.

You can't escape me, for better or worse.
I'm here to stay until you find your hearse.
You can't escape the past, you won't escape the future.
You can't get rid of me, I'm your forever suitor.

I'm your inner critic with no constructive feedback.
You're dumb and ugly. See? I play on all your insecurities.
You're stuck with me, try to scream away the memories.
Gnaw, gnash, fight and flail; I'll make you wish there was a hell.

Go ahead, run, it's what you always do.
With a hollow grin and reminiscent smile, I'll be waiting.
That's it, let someone else in, see if they can fix you.
We both know they can't, who are we kidding?

I'm not so bad, am I? Feel that happiness? It's only temporary.
That laughter; clearly obscurity.
It's okay, go to sleep, I'm patient; I'll awake when you do.
Stalking my prey is the technique I contour to.

Those pleasant dreams are nice, aren't they?
They will never come to fruition.
Nothing more than a solipsistic rendition.
The thoughts that others have, you can almost hear them.
When I get finished, you'll have no choice but to fear them.

Running away with no destination in sight.
C'mon, slow down, don't be impolite.
You can run for a while, but I always catch up.
We both know what happens when your mental legs give up.

Shhh... don't be scared. Trust me, I won't leave.
Let me whisper your faults until you break down and grieve.
It's ok, cry, it might provide some relief.
But we both know that relief is always so brief.

You try to suppress me with your drugs and hobbies.
Good luck, I'm real. I'm not the ******* Jabberwocky.

I'll leave you with some words that may provide alleviation.
I'm inside of everyone; just look around and see my manifestation.

— The End —