Watching from behind
It follows closely
When you turn to see
It's gone
Pictured in your head
A black figure
Floating
Stalking
Hands on your shoulder and throat
Telling you what you should hear
It'll watch and
Criticize
It'll leave sometimes
But no matter what
The figure returns
Always by your side
YOU ARE READING
Paranoid Poems
PoetryThis contains my own poetry. Read if you will - I just feel, no matter how bad, this should be put into the world.
