My dear friend, 

Always by my side, always there to talk.

But what are you?

I mean in the end I know I’m going to die. 

Yet I spend every day thinking of you. 

Before I make any decision I run it by you. 

Even after deciding you still console me. 

I have yet to understand you. 

Are you my friend or my enemy. Or neither.

Why are you here for me?

Even when I try to ignore you, you remain.

You must be a part of me.

At times your mere presence immobilizes me.

Other times it encourages me.

When I overcome you I feel invincible.

When you defeat me I’m miserable. 

I wonder if there is a way to coexist.

To use each other, to see more fears. 

You remain the same so long as I still fall to you. 

Give me a win or two and I’ll show you a different part of you.