Incantation

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Get out of my head.

Get out of my thoughts.

Get out of my mirror.

Depression, self-hatred, and anxiety

You are not welcome here anymore.

You are a backseat driver

Constantly berating me

Planting ideas,

Seeping into my skin and

Covering me up like a gust of wind in a tornado

Chaos coursing through me

Get out of my head.

Get out of my thoughts.

Get out of my mirror.

My avoidance of the mirror

Makes me more melancholic

than relieved

But also relieved.

The list I keep in my head

From head to toe, my flaws

I repeat like Hecate’s spell

Double double toil and trouble

But you are the trouble.

The intrusive nature of the thoughts you

Shoot into my skull so skillfully

Is toiled upon me

A never ending cycle of

Waking up exhausted,

Carrying my body like a laborer’s load throughout the day

Then escaping back to the darkness of my room

To drag myself back to sleep, if I can get any.

I avoid any reflective surfaces

To save myself the shame

But the thoughts are there nonetheless

Eating away at me

Get out of my head.

Get out of my thoughts.

Get out of my mirror.

You follow me everywhere

You have been with me since I was young

I have tried to get rid of you

Meditation, therapy, pills, a blade

But 200 mg every morning can’t blot you out

So to you, I say

Get out of my head.

Get out of my thoughts.

Get out of my mirror.

And Get out of my life.