Bleak

My enemy sickens me
He is always staring at me
Following me at every turn
Lighting the fires that make me burn
He says the things I don't want said
I want him dead
Will this never end
Every time I see him it seems to begin again
He holds the knife that twists in my back
It is his word that stops me dead in my tracks
From his judgments
I long to be free
When we fight he knows all I'll say
My attempts to stop him have no effect
When we fight it is always him that is Left
As all else of the day fades
It is only him that stays
Know him he'll never leave
When I fall it only him I see
Without him who will I be
I'll never be free until he's dead
YET HE LIVES IN MY HEAD