If I say jump, she will jump.
If I say run, she will run.
For she is me, but I am not her.
She feels and cries.
I sit and watch.
She laughs and talks.
I growl and yell.
Without me, she is perfect,
but I cannot go away.
She lives a life,
in which she could do so much better,
if I were to disappear.
I infect her soul and give her blackened thoughts.
I only think of me,
while she will sit with others.
She cannot get rid of me,
I am a parasite.
She is a flower bud,
waiting to grow.
I am the suffocating shadow,
keeping her from blooming.
She tries to lend a helping hand,
but I constrict her movements.
No one can get rid of me,
she depends on me and what I say.
I am the monster that grows in her soul.
I am her thoughts.
~Rutala Nkaura
