Line of Sight

I'm haunted by a sniper

That only I can see

And though I know that

he's not real,

My heartbeats disagree.

He stalks my every footstep.

He watches every crack.

He's the reason why I've learned to

Always watch my back.

His finger strokes the trigger, his voice

Penetrates my brain.

I'm scared to tell you what he says;

You'll just think I'm insane.

He doesn't speak our language,

He communicates in fear.

I can't translate and

Testify

The daily threats I hear.

I don't want to tell you

All the things he makes me do.

I'm embarrassed;

I'm insane

and

I'm terrified he'll shoot.

I'm sorry I look scared sometimes and

Refuse to tell you why.

Sometimes I wish someone could see

The dot between my eyes.

I'm clinging to the hope that

Maybe one day

I'll be free.

I'm haunted by a sniper that

Only I can see.