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    Amy Rollitt: She

    Here the poet describes how difficult it is when the person you know best stops you from doing what you enjoy and makes you doubt yourself. She conquers this former friend and shows us it’s possible to overcome the greatest of challenges.

    She

    She used to be my friend
    She was never really big on compliments but we got on well enough.
    She was always on my side.
    She always stuck up for me when I doubted myself

    But then things started to change.
    She started to get a bit needy
    She didn’t want other people around
    She started making me act like an idiot and push everyone away
    She made me believe I was a grown up, I didn’t need anybody else

    She always persuaded me not to go out
    She wanted me to spend time with her drinking
    She persuaded me it was cheaper and warmer staying in, why would I want to go out?
    She made sense

    She started getting me into trouble
    She was always making me do things wrong
    She made me believe it was everybody else that was just being fussy
    She always found me a drink when I needed one, because drinking solves everything

    She started to hate me
    She made me believe everybody else hated me
    She was constantly there stirring up trouble
    Every time things started going right, she was there, giving me great a big kick back down and laughing
    She never told me she hated me, I just knew.

    She was always there to remind me how rubbish I was and how rubbish my life was
    She was always there to remind me how I did everybody’s head in
    She was always there to remind me that everybody’s life would be so much more simple if I wasn’t in it
    She was always there to remind me that I was toxic, everything I touched just disintegrated
    She was always there to remind me I had nothing left

    She wasn’t going to stop
    I just wanted her to go away but she wouldn’t
    She was always there, reminding me how a drink would make my pathetic life slightly more bearable.

    She wanted me to suffer
    She wanted me alone
    She wanted me dead.

    Who is she?
    She is my own mind.

    Now she has gone
    She went away when I went into hospital
    Somebody new has taken her place
    Somebody who genuinely likes me

    Her that was here before
    She is well and truly SACKED!!!

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