I hate it, it loves me

It overcomes me.

It feeds off me as

The knot in my

Stomach that it becomes.

It screams at me

As I sleep

And lies quiet

When I’m awake.

It hides its ugliness

But it shows through me

Ruining me

Hot steaming tears of anger

I tell it no

Its attempts

Grow stronger.

I give in and suddenly

It’s gone.

It’s become me.

I hate it, it loves me