My Imaginary Enemy
A stream of my (self) consciousness, a mix of angst and paranoia, personified. I am now aware of the 'Ominous' presence that follows me. It is not multiple beings, but one, with many faces and many 'Voices (Bad)', that can disguise Its presence as a swarm around me. It is the warden that plays as a guard, standing atop 'These Walls' that I, myself, built; because It told me to. Why I'm so good at 'Hide & Seek' and gives existence to 'The Mask' I wear. My imaginary enemy, that only exists because I believe it does. If only I didn't know, and ignorance actually was bliss, then maybe, It would not be.
i see you
when no one else can
standing there
in the shadow of the darkest corner
watching
from the edge if my peripheral
you want me
to see you
everywhere i turn
you're there
even when i close my eyes
i can feel your burning glare
you torment me
without a sound
not a peep
still
i hear you
when no one else can
whispering in my ear
hidden in the wind that surrounds me
as much as i ignore you
you won't leave
because you need me
to believe in you
for you to exist
that's why
no one else sees
no one else hears
you parasite
feeding off your host
uninvited
hated
but still you stay
tormenting me
in such a way
no one else can
you
my imaginary enemy
About the Creator
JM
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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