My voice is taken by the fear residing inside me.

I try to evict it, but it won’t listen

to the protest I never made

or the judgments that keep me clouded.

I try to evict it, but it won’t go.

Let me live…

Let me breathe…

This home is only big enough for two,

you’re suffocating us –

Overstaying your welcome.

I try to evict you, but you’ve consumed my subconscious.

Are you right? 

Am I wrong?

My thoughts – packed away in your boxes.

Your thoughts – evade my space. 

“I want to…” Shush.

“But…” You’re not good enough.

“You need to go” I already have.