To the insecurities lurking silently in the deepest and darkest niches of my mind,

 

You work silently, slowly chipping away at my confidence like a woodpecker.

At first you were a slight inconvenience: keeping my young body from climbing a tree out of fear my climbing abilities were not good enough.

That was only the beginning.

Sure enough, you built yourself throughout the years.

Growing stronger as I was growing weaker.

You are a parasite, feeding off my fears and anxieties.

You remorselessly leave behind a broken shell of a girl every time your thirst needs to be quenched.

You are a silent assassin.

A calculating and manipulative machine.

You string me along as a puppet, who is forced to submit to the orders of its master.

The more I ignore you the louder you get.

There is no escape from you.

You are a cockroach.

When the world burns to a crisp and I have melted on the ground, you will still be there.

Haunting the empty corridors of the world. 

As hard as I may try, there is no keeping you out.

You seep through the most minimal cracks, and slowly leak into my mind.

Once you are in control, there is no turning back.

Your wretched claws secure themselves around my mind.

Your grip is unshakable and that uncompassionate look consumes your face.

You know no mercy, and there is no point in me asking for it.

I succumb to you, because I know no other way.

I fall to the ground before you, as a defeated soldier falls before its enemy.

With a pleading look in my eyes, I look up at you.

I search your face, frantically looking for any sign of humanity.

In place, I find apathy.

Sincerely, your victim.  To the insecurities lurking silently in the deepest and darkest niches of my mind,

 

You work silently, slowly chipping away at my confidence like a woodpecker.

At first you were a slight inconvenience: keeping my young body from climbing a tree out of fear my climbing abilities were not good enough.

That was only the beginning.

Sure enough, you built yourself throughout the years.

Growing stronger as I was growing weaker.

You are a parasite, feeding off my fears and anxieties.

You remorselessly leave behind a broken shell of a girl every time your thirst needs to be quenched.

You are a silent assassin.

A calculating and manipulative machine.

You string me along as a puppet, who is forced to submit to the orders of its master.

The more I ignore you the louder you get.

There is no escape from you.

You are a cockroach.

When the world burns to a crisp and I have melted on the ground, you will still be there.

Haunting the empty corridors of the world. 

As hard as I may try, there is no keeping you out.

You seep through the most minimal cracks, and slowly leak into my mind.

Once you are in control, there is no turning back.

Your wretched claws secure themselves around my mind.

Your grip is unshakable and that uncompassionate look consumes your face.

You know no mercy, and there is no point in me asking for it.

I succumb to you, because I know no other way.

I fall to the ground before you, as a defeated soldier falls before its enemy.

With a pleading look in my eyes, I look up at you.

I search your face, frantically looking for any sign of humanity.

In place, I find apathy.

Sincerely, your victim.