pink elephant get out of my head. stop interfering in my health and happiness and stop reminding me of my shortcomings and my set backs. day in and day out you come into my world, in the shape and scope of an imaginary competitor, and unfold scenarios that have nothing to do with me. other peoples success and banter form distorted loops in my awareness that emphasis shortcomings of my own. it means nothing i tell myself, but still eats away at me and i have no shade to hide in.

our mental states can be unstable and out of our control. the things we think of when i walk down a street, or sit in front of someone are sometimes unbelievable. at times the ideas scare me, as violence or obscene scenes play out in the imagination. i know that as long as i do not act on them, like not climbing over the balcony, all will be fine. they seem so far from who i am, repel me as much as it would any sane person, and in no way or form represent who i am as a person. yet they fester anyways. just like those imaginary frenemies do.

pieces of their social media trickle into my life. boast and braising of deeds they wish to flash to the world. look at me and my accomplishments, my vacations and toys, my fun and my world. hidden are their insecurities and follies, their real selves. their wounds and second thoughts masked in a portrait of self assurance and confidence. a media of trick angles and slanted stories bought by those wishing to make the most noise of the banal life they are living. sitting and checking their watches, glancing at their phones, they are also haunted by their own imaginary ghost chasing them to try harder and look cooler then any of us should ever be. they too will fall and also be bothered by their own imaginary ghost i tell myself, no one gets out of here alive.