Lisa Klane

WHO ARE YOU AND WHO YOU ARE

I hate you.

My hate is strong, but somehow you are stronger.

You dribble, slowly into people’s minds.

Carefully invading and infecting.

You affect my life with ultimate strength,

Luckily less than the actual me.

You had set in early in her mind,

plaguing her for years,

You crept in and took over.

Took over all of her thoughts, the present,

those friends, the past,

her actions, the future.

You took her away,

away from me and with you for some time.

But, she broke free from you, and came back to me.

You had been busy all along wrenching someone else.

You won him over, like a disease on a host.

You should have been satisfied with that pain

but no, you transcend the generations.

I know that you are in his head.

Peeking in and out of his thoughts, the present,

and those people, the past,

But not his actions, not his future.

He will not go with you,

I will not let him.

Get Out!

You bastard.

That is who you are,

no one could want you as their child,

you thing, you vicious, unforgiving, writhing thing,

No one wants you.

Sometimes I do, sometimes I want you.

I want you to come and me to go

with you, away, forever.

but You and I misjudged me,

I am strong

I will be stronger than you

and we can beat you.

Do not try to hide behind things like

stress, family, anxiety, school or even depression.

I know who you are

and I know you well

Suicide.