Enemy

I didn't want you, didn't want to want you. 
But sometimes I felt like you were a ticking time bomb 
ready to explode when I was at my best. 
You made me feel undeserving, afraid and enraged 
at both me and myself. 
For letting you back in again. 
For giving in to your voice. 
I knew the repercussions, I knew how it would end. 
So I screamed at you, ran away from you, pushed you away, 
But you only sat there and laughed at my failed attempts to get rid of you. 

Author's Note

I re-wrote the poem in past tense - and from looking at the two felt that this was a better version. The title is a temporary title, as I am not really sure yet what to call it.