Her. (rough draft)

A voice.

I talk to myself.

And I respond too. 

Sometimes in my head, 

Sometimes out loud. 

But I don't think I'm crazy.

Well, sometimes I do.

But the voice in my head,

she's full of rage and sabotage. 

Full of hate, anger, and the need for revenge. 

She says the people around me hate me

She says that my girl will leave me for her without a doubt

She feeds me these things when I'm alone 

She knows my weak spots, I can't hide them from her.

She is me. 

I am her.

I hate her.

She hates me.

She says my girl will leave me.

She says my girl is too good to be true.

She says my girl is using me

She says my girl grows bored of me.

I wish she would shut up. 

But for her to be silent, 

I would have to silence myself.

I can't leave my girl like that.