The walls around my heart,

they pound and pound and murmur.

They beat, trill, screech, scream-

they wobble, but they do not fall.

On the other side of the walls

awaits an opponent of skill.

She’s orange and thin,

she’s the most terrifying;

she ruptures organs, breaks skin,

but she never touches a thing.

She invades my mind,

while she overtakes my heart,

and I just let it happen.

She whispers in my ear,

compliments I hate, despise.

They’ll never be true, only lies.

She yells at me things I believe,

but somehow the lies are louder,

and they’re no longer compliments,

they’re complaints, truths, “_coward_.”

She blinds my eyes of reality,

but let’s me see a different view.

I focus on one end of life,

but she allows me to see the other,

how to fix my life gone askew.

She’s maniacal, evil, terrifying,

she can break me- anyone,

without touching a single thing.

She’s next to me, right there,

she’s whispering, beating, blinding,

like a heart, the sun, a liar.

I can feel her everywhere,

and yet, no one else can.

She’s beside me, behind me,

in front of me, choking me,

healing me, whispering to me-

She’s trying to destroy my life,

my luck, my 4 leaf clover-

She’s beating on my chest,

holding me captive to my mind-

And then, suddenly… it’s over.