Psychotherapy

There's a shadow in the corner of my room
It makes me dance like a marionette
It hums constantly in my ears
It's strings attached, but it makes me forget

I can't see it, or touch it
Barely aware of its existence
Yet it haunts me day and night
It chants it's spells with persistence

I make a resolve to cut the strings
It reveals it's face, familiar yet strange
I speak to it, shaking & afraid
My protector, my captor, long estranged

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