She helped me when I was entangled in the thorns of the dreaded disease,
But it has come back to take away her peace.
I stare at each picture, bathing suit clad,
And see nothing but the evil monster, grinning and mad.
Because when I look at those photos I see nothing but the disorder
The internal torment, anguish, self-battering thoughts
That cause your self confidence and self worth to rot
That ***** and **** at each slight imperfection
That promise to point you in the proper direction
That monster, so sly, so cunning, so persuasive
But also terribly, horribly invasive
For if you let your guard down after the first fight
It will come back to prove its might
This monster can’t be killed from a therapy session
This form of attack only diminishes its aggression
But the monster lays waiting in the dark
And takes advantage of any self deprecating spark
Until it can attack like a mighty white shark.
This monster tries to take the lives of many.
Including my own.
But I will not let it destroy the friends close to my heart
The monster’s reappearance signals me to do my part
To slay the beast, relentlessly work till it’s dead
Otherwise all it takes is a self critical thought to be fed
A comparison, picture, reminder of its deceiving phrases
Fighting this monster is the only way to cure the hazes
