She lights up when I sit next to her

She’s the first thing I wake up to and the last thing I see before I shut my eyes to sleep.

She tells me I am beautiful, 

She motivates me daily and is with me for every moment of sorrow and joy;

I couldn’t live without her. 

She is a part of me.

She is funny and entertaining.

She is also somber and full of hell.

She listens to me.

She watches me. 

She never leaves. 

She tells me I am ugly. 

She holds a daily reminder of a comparison I could never live up to. 

She is destroying my sleep. 

She is there for all of the life I leave unfulfilled. 

But she is not a she at all,

I presume it is more poetic to call the devil a he. 

She is here now, 

I’m holding her as I type this.

Precious, most would throw their lives to protect her. 

We cannot live without her.