I feel it.

That small seed of doubt.

I feel it.

That sapling as it grows, whispering negativities in my ear.

I feel it.

As it wraps its vines around my heart, a false kind of love.

I feel it.

As it takes over my brain, manipulating the world around me.

I feel it.

As it runs through my veins, turning red to black until there’s nowhere to hide.

Will you be my pesticide?