I am the sticky *** of bubble gum
clinging to the soles of your new sneakers.
I am the early morning hangover
from a night of *****, 12packs, and too many liquors.

I am the static of a dead line
during a phone call ended too soon.
I am the prickly sliver of grass
that popped your kid's balloon.

I am the creaky staircase
in your hundred year old house.
I am the shattered windows
and even the annoying mouse.

I am the chocolate ice cream cone
that you dropped on the ground.
I am the lump in your throat
when you try to talk but can't make a sound.

I am the demons
that live inside your head.
I am the hunger that's never satisfied
no matter how much you've been fed.

I am the scary thoughts
that keep you awake.
I am the long black hair
that you found in your cake.

I am the blemishes
that cover your face.
I am the sore ankle
that kept you from winning the race.

I am the tear drops
from breakups and heartache.
I am the one who tantalizes
when you make a stupid mistake.

I am the war going on in your mind
and the deadly games you play, too.
But now it's time for check mate:
will I die? Or will you?