I can mean the difference between Life and Death…
I control your Thoughts, your Actions, and your Life.
I cloud your Judgement;
I am unclear… fragile,
and you don’t quite understand me.
But, then again, who does?

I am invisible,
and you don’t want to see me.
I am the one thing you don’t like to talk about,
but I am held dearest to you.

I am both Liked, and Loathed.
You shield me and you protect me.
I am concealed from the influence of others;
the bad things…
But they still find me.

A precious thing, I am.
I am sensitive and insecure,
or I am thick-skinned and confident.
I am corrupted,
I am hurt,
I am destroyed.

I am your self-esteem,

Consumed by Darkness.

And sometimes…
There’s no going back.