The Fight Within

I feel you, inside me, running around like you own the place. You don't own me. You're an unwanted guest who has over stayed their welcome. I thought I had gotten rid of you. Thought I had beaten you. Thought I had reclaimed what you had once taken. I was wrong. I was foolish to think it could be that easy. So now what? What's the next step? I'm all out of options. Just leave. You have left your mark, made your point. My stomach churns. My teeth are clenched. I'm stronger than this, than you, than your mess that once consumed me. I will breathe in the last whisper of your scent and walk away.