I make people squirm.
I remind people of those dark corners of themselves they’d like to forget.
I make people angry at ME, displacing their anger because they have unresolved issues within themselves.
I make people feel guilty that they haven’t done enough to keep me off their property, away from their loved ones.
I make people feel like shit
and then make them question whatever happiness they do find
because they’re afraid it’s some cruel joke.
I inhabit your body as a host
until you forget where I end and you begin.
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