Always a sound of screaming and whisper,
Following,
But just out of sight.
Never letting me keep my head silent,
Just on the edge,
Holding me tight.

Their grasp,
Always slowly twisting my neck.
They’re desperate to show me a piece of myself,
A wall,
Stopping what I’d hate to believe.
My mouth spits out lies with nothing to give.

It’s so easy to break
An image,
A puzzle,
When my every thought has a reason for cracks.
I must...