drawn shower curtains
the dark place under my bed.
static.
hidden doors behind book shelves
dark shapes in cupboards and basement,no kids in the attic.
forget about the closet,windows and mirrors at night.
overactive imagination,diagnosed as a child.
shirt off I guess I'm wild.
the invisible men are real.
they're real and waiting to reach out,
or scare you to death as you see them in a reflection they're real:
"tony. its their voices you hear whispering on the phone,it's their eyes you see in the darkness lewi$."
i'm paranoid and I can't conceal.😦🚀
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fetti.creator (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I fell like they everywhere...I know they everywhere..help me.😢
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Paranoia at its best, unseen.
Well written and expressed Great write
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