THE SHE-BEAST?
So she has returned,
unannounced and uninvited,
an annoying plot twist
among a sequence of pieces.
I hate how she screams
every time the outside world gets overwhelming.
She sometimes cries hysterically
almost like an Irish banshee
which always drives me crazy.
I hate her and want her gone,
but she insists on staying,
just to turn my world upside down.
I keep telling her that she's not real,
but she laughs at me,
refusing to bail.
"I wake up in your head,"
she always says,
"every time you won't let me out,
when you choose to shut the hell up
and let them throw you their hissy fit!"
Maybe I'm way too considerate
because I know what she's capable of
the moment I open my mouth
and let her out.
I sometimes do
out of exhaustion instead of malice.
She always seems pleased
despite the amount of cuts and slices
she's made on numerous hearts.
Then she'll return inside my head,
a satisfied beast with a full belly,
while I have to clean up her mess
and just be ready for more losses
cut at my own expense.
I beg God to banish her
and let me have my peace.
Of course, God won't make it easy
especially since she's always been a part of me.
Damn, I hate having to be ready
for the same fight all over again ...
R.
