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by FelixGirl
He is the boy with the magnifying glass.
I see him in the shadows,
I see him in the reflection of the window,
I see him in my nightmares.
His face won’t go away and I’m petrified of what will happen.
I’m paranoid. I see him everywhere.
Every door that creaks its angry groan is him.
Every footstep in the hallway is his.
Everywhere, everywhere,
And there is no where for me to hide.
I’m scared of him. I’ve never felt this before.
I should never have to feel this.
It isn’t just him though. There are more.
There are many more.
They are his friends, and his followers
And they will follow his lead again
And demean me and hurt me again.
They are his sun, his fireball of power
Meant to exterminate me.
So what am I to say of this? What can I say now?
I have taken action and I am scorned for standing up.
They expected me to be their guinea pig, their experiment.
I’m cooperative. I’m an individual. I’m myself.
I’m more than they could ever be.
My heart is clanging away like I’m keeping it from something
And it yearns to be set free.
I’m restless, I shift uneasily back and forth,
I don’t know what to do with my shaking hands.
It is noticeable, I quake in fear of his arrival.
I thought I was scared of him before this
But now that he knows I’m even more alarmed.
I feel helpless and dying in his gripe.
And I am the lonely, doomed any
Fated for the piercing hatred of someone
Who doesn’t even know me.
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