The Shadows 2.

The Shadows followed me to school and called my name.

The Shadows are black misty human figures with white beady eyes.

They call me names that only lovers would.

They chase me in my dreams

And they do not exist.

They are not real, they cannot be.

The shadows approach at night, pin me to my bed.

Fear overwhelms me, and I sense the worse.

Paranoia eats me to sleep and I wake in a daze.

I wake and hazily move through the morning without thought.

Like a robot, programmed to only do what is needed.

As I walk into to school, I awake fully

To the normal days, and only feel the fear, the lurking.

Laughed at by Parents,

Shaken heads by Siblings,

Concerned by Friends.

What am I to do?  I flipped and freaked out!

I screamed with unimaginable rage.

I was livid.  I was scary.  I was confused.

And the Shadows waved from the street,

from the mirror, from the living room where it all began.

I screamed aloud, and acted not like I.

I felt controlled to a degree by something dark...

The Shadows followed me home and cried with me.

The Shadows are people too.

They are lost as well.  Lost in their bad ways.

Do they exist?  Or is it all truly in my head that they do?

Laugh all you want Parents.

Shake your heads to the end of time Siblings.

Concerned you may be Friends,

But all of you know that this will never stop.

I will never be sane, for I never was.