Silverfish

I Don't Believe You

I'm sure you realize what exactly you are doing to me.

You are trying to take away everything that I have worked so hard for, everything that I love and care about.

You demand reason and question my very own preferences like some sort of hungry tyrant.

Why must you do this to me?

What have I done to allow your presence, softly gnawing at the back of my shoulder whilst I attempt to walk about, pretending everything is fine.

You just appeared one day, a maddening spontaneity, and forced your way into my mind. You make me sick with doubt and anxiety, and I hate you.

I hate you more than her, I hate you more than him, I hate you the most!

With your twisted fingers digging into my very own confidence. Why are you doing this?

Sincerely, fuck off.

I deserve so much better, and you deserve a life free of this lamented obligation.

Our world is full of art and music and company and feelings, yet we allow not for your uncanny presence and depraved motivations.

It is because you kill people, and you have no place here with me.