I can see you now
Lurking in the shadows
Tracking every movement
Like a plotting thief
I hear you at night
Tiptoes in the hallway
Hoping I won’t notice
When you steal my sleep
Your impish finger
Poking at my forehead
Painful little ripples
Across the still pond
It’s just you and me
In this empty white room
You can lose the disguise
The crowd has all gone
This all has to end
Be honest just for once
Only I can hear you
So don’t try to shout
Just say what you must
This story ends right here
Then pack up your baggage
And get the fuck out
-Rondym Kiefe