When you are alone, why do you ask who cares?
You probably don't realize...
Who that stalks you in the shadows,
Who that listens to your words,
Who that wishes they could open your door,
Who that sees through the other side of your mirror.
You are alone, but Who feels more alone watching you look back with blinded eyes.
Just because it's invisible doesn't mean it's not there,
Waiting for the time to appear, so you stop creating a mess of lonely tears.
Who sits right next to you,
What does the question mean to your soul?

© Written Dreammares