I know she’s there, next to my shoulder,
resting her annoying head, taunting me.
She pretends to disappear, to unleash me,
but she turns up, whispering and pulling
as if she’s attached strings while I wasn’t looking.
I don’t like her, never have, but she shows up
uninvited and stays longer than expected.
I say blunt things to her, yell at her,
but mostly I attempt to ignore her
and go on with the day. I do things she
doesn’t like. Eventually, she’ll leave.
I won’t see her go. I try not to pay attention
to her, try not to give her my energy or time.
Hopefully soon she’ll stop whispering.
Stop pulling. And then I’ll know.
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