The Tiled Floors

Insanity can start with the smallest things

Tiled floors
Why do they follow me so?

The uniform of the floors
Wherever I go, the tiles are there
Sometimes they may change their cloak
Colors and shapes

Eternal shape shifters

I tread carefully
So as not to fall in their trap
For I know dark tiles hold hidden death

And so I hop
From tile to tile
Across the floor
Of course people stare
But the tiles aren’t after them

Once I almost fell through

The faces stare at me
Whenever I see their eyes,
I stomp on them
Whenever I get the chance

But they always come back
For this reason
I never take off my shoes

I even hear them
Whispering cruel threats
Irony spews from the cracks
“Watch your step” I hear them say
“It’d be a shame for you to fall” feigning concern  

I see them sneaking about my house
Waiting for me to trip up
To fall
So they can gobble me up
They fold themselves over trying to trip me

And so, I will remain here
Perched on this windowsill
No longer trapped in my house
And embrace the security
In a straightjacket  

Where they can never find me

The doctors say that I am paranoid
They say it’s in my mind

But only I know the truth