Where did you come from
And how did you get into
My head? I never invited
You there, I don’t want
You there. Jabs and knocks
From outside I can handle
The ones from inside bruise
Where no one can see and
Yet hurt far more and linger
Far longer than the lumps and
Bumps and contusions. You know
All I know and see all
I see and yet you are much
Harder and more hurtful than
I could ever be. I wouldn’t
Treat my worst enemy the way
That you treat me. Where did
You come from and why won’t
You go back there for good?
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