she lives inside me. she tells me that i deserve more than i can afford.
she tells me not to show up to work because my mind is greater than anyone realises. she thinks i'll die if i flip another burger so she doesn't let me get off the bus.
glued to my seat i know that i will starve if i don't work but she says that's okay. i can survive starvation but not another day of listening to customers and colleagues alike complain about the cold and the drugs.
i go home and i write. that's all she wants from me.
i tell myself i'm not hungry. i tell myself i'm not losing my mind.
then i look in the mirror and beg her to leave me alone.