Split Personality

She was buried deep inside, burrowing under my skin.

I thought I could control her.

She wreaked havoc from within. 

She suffocated me with a measuring tape 

like a noose around my neck. 

She hid in the shadows of the bathroom,

Beckoing…beckoning.

I visited her every day,

in that bathroom like a jail.

She highlighted every flaw,

all of the ways in which I failed. 

She shoved me on the scale 

and looked me in the eyes. 

She scoffed at my weight 

and made me want to die. 

The girl goes by the name of Ana,

and at first she was my friend. 

But Ana tried to kill me,

and I fear I am at my end. 

I cast my head down, adorned with a crown of defeat. 

The therapist scribbled her diagnosis,

her judgment indiscrete.

“Where is Ana now?”

My head snaps up…her pen pauses…waiting…waiting…

My eyes come in contact with the mirror.

I point.

“There she is.” 

Author's Note

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