Last line: "your" should be "you're"

Loved the format of this, the consistent rhyme and that almost "peskiness" of this haunting, this realization that this person cannot push you away. The reflection of what hate means, self-hate is its own monster.

When I noticed what category this poem was in, that gave even more depth. Depression can mask everything we thought we knew about ourselves. It can latch onto the absolute worst, the darkest nights, and try to convince us there is nothing else.

Powerful write!

Delightfully creepy. I can't think of anything more unsettling than being infested by a sentient parasite. Works really well in this rhymed form. Milly x