I've tried
to converse him,
but he answers
to no one.
Even disperse
of him, I attempted
but he leaves
when he himself
pleases.
Contempted, I reckon
he's the worst
of diseases.
Whether I beckon
or not,
he shows up
with his temper,
he pokes, and he teases.
Moody and bleak,
he's strong
where I'm weak,
and in moments
of darkness
I fear that
he's me.