Parasite
I feel so sick and so alone. I need fulfillment but inside me is a parasite; eating my innards one by one. Little by little it becomes me and I become the parasite. The parasite took away my love for life and replaced it with pessimism and self-pity. I am disgusted of it but I can't get it out. I want to pull it out and clean my soul of its dirt. I seek consolation by blocking my emotions and denying the senses. Yet I wonder if numbness can make me stronger. Though it acts like a shield, it does not recognize what things are to be kept out. It imprisoned my soul. I feel like a box and within it are trapped voices. I feel like a book waiting to be read so that I may come alive. I am tired of locking memories in. I need to be in control of myself. I need me. I need my body and my soul back. I need to become human.