I’ve had a guest in my house

I’ve had a guest in my house.

An unwanted visitor in my life.

One who’s overstayed his welcome.

In the morning, I wake up; he is there.

At night, I go to sleep; he is there.

Some days he’s even so bold,

He puts on my clothes, does the things I do.

He goes about my life pretending to be me.

A facsimile approximating what I want to be.

No matter how much I beg,

How much I scream and I cry.

He flat out refuses to leave.

All I want is to be finally free.


written – 03/09/2017


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