The internet isn't the safe place
I knew it was.

Somehow I strayed from my well lit haunts,
my less then secret hide-a-ways
into a place where I'm no better then
a cow with screwworms.

I know he's here.
With his less then perfect lies.
He's setting a trap, going somewhere unforeseen.

Through it all, I'm alternately cowering and comparing,
unwilling to be broken down by an anonymous
screen name and my own paranoia.

Maybe I'll finish this, maybe I won't.
Either way, I'm sick of looking at it.