There's this person I know, and I've known him for quite some time.
And he comes around more often than not.
Some times he stays for a short time,
And others he makes my home his home.
We've had tea quite a few times,
We've had breakfast, lunch or dinner, we've spent hours on end,
And he's even stayed over a couple of times.
He's not good for me,
My heart hurts when he's around,
My stomach often in knots,
My head in shambles.
His presence alters me.
I finally learned his name,
His name is Pain.
He has been in and out of my life since I can remember.
And whenever I see his glistening smile looking back at me,
I know what's in store,
But for how long I'm not sure.
I can always count on him to knock on the door at some point,
And charm his way in,
But sometimes it's force that he uses.
His presence is inevitable,
No matter if I move,
Or hide,
Or run,
He will always find me or catch up.
But I have found if I run a certain way, his stay will shorten,
And his impact not as great.
If I run the opposite way his stay is longer and more hurtful.
Sometimes I'm not sure which way to run.
But I try anyway.