I am brought to life in a corner of your mind.

Insecurity is my mother, she is far too kind.

I feed on your thoughts and drink in all your fears.

I slowly scar your mind during the passing years.

I conjure ugly pictures and keep it in your head.

I intend to drown you in them, when you go to bed.

I laugh to myself as I bury love far deep,

Unfortunate it is, but you are mine to keep.

Open conversations, they threaten my existence.

They can break you free and end all of my sustenance.

Written in response to Daily Prompt – Doubt

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