She lives in my head.

She frightens me.
In my head, she sees my thoughts.
My burned fingers, she feels the heat.
A pinprick, she bleeds for me.
But, in spite of that, the pain is my own.
Sees the tears, knows the cause
but compassion lives elsewhere.
Hatred dwells outside, she loves me
yet she laughs at my ignorance.
Her helping hand is the shove
into the dark abyss filled with hyenas
yakking it up.
She hates me.