I don’t remember when I met him.
One day he was just..there.
He moved in with us.
Laying around the house not really doing much.
He always complained about being hungry and expected me to feed him.
Whenever I went near him he would snap at me:
You can’t do that!
You’re not good enough!
Mock me:
No one will buy that!
You’re dreaming!
He was a real little bastard.
Most of the time I would listen to him.
He was probably right.
I kept feeding him. He got fat and happy and wouldn’t leave.
He was comfortable just how things were.
He didn’t want anything to change.
Change was his enemy.
One day I lost my temper.
I’d had enough.
He put me down.
So I hit him.
It felt good.
So I did it again.
He curled up into a ball.
He was a typical bully – he didn’t like to fight.
I kicked him out.
Doubt was his name
You might have seen him hanging around?
He still comes to visit me but I don’t let him stay long. Too much to do.
If he’s hanging around your house you should get rid of him.
The more you feed him the longer he stays.
Doubt will hold you back.
