You are my demon.

You chase after me,

Trying to catch me,

And swallow me.

You try to slice me.

You rip open my 

depression and you try to make it

flare.

You overwhelm me.

You force me to

cry.

Tears prick my eyes,

like thorns.

You’re like a gift given to me,

Only when I open it,

you jump me.

You strangle me.

You take over my life and everything I do.

You ruin everything I used to love.

You ruin everything.

Including me.

And then,

as though you were always an innocent entity.

Next,

You blame it on me.

And I slowly believe you.

I’m worthless.

I’m a disgrace.

I’m a disappointment.

My grandmother

Pushes me to be a 

Girl.

Female.

A young woman.

I just stop trying 

To be who I am.

I stop trying 

To be me.