She's constantly behind me,
Whispering insults,
Hoping I fail
In this frantic race to damnation.
She perches her sharp claws
On my small shoulders,
Like dark omens from ravens,
Weakening me,
As if I were her enemy.
Undermining morale,
Dismissing facts,
Infiltrating my dreams,
Denying me sleep,
Birthing nightmares -
Coiled serpents
Distorting conversations,
Ignored for years.
As darkness deepens my gloomy days,
She reigns from a pearly throne in her ivory castle,
Tallying her white fortunes,
Inflicting her wicked retribution upon my frail form.
It had always been this way
Until I matured
And witnessed the reversal,
Not what anyone had anticipated,
Not a betrayal from me,
But from her.
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