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You all know me.
You let me into your life on a regular basis.
You feel the grasp of my fingers on your heart when times get tough.
I am the one who reminds you that you are not perfect. I weasel my way into your thoughts and try to break your spirit.
I am self-doubt.
Why are you working so much? How dare you turn on Ice Age for the 37th time so you don't have to play with Play-Doh. You don't have time for Facebook! Why do you have feelings for yourself?!? Only bad mothers raise their voices in anger. So-and-so doesn't do it that way. Her child is so much better behaved than yours! You used to be something. You used to have freedom.
I am gooood at what I do. I can feel you fighting against me. I can feel you trying to usurp my domain by pushing me out with confidence. Feeling proud of yourself today? It's only a matter of time before I slither back in.
Miss me today? Don't worry... I'll be back.
This week's Red Writing Hood assignment was to think of someone who gets under your skin, and write a piece from his or her perspective.
