I honestly think

There's something wrong with me.

From the words I say,

To the things I see.


These past few nights

I've been afraid.

The light's not safe,

So neither is the shade.


Terrors that knaw

And always eat

Are awaiting me

Just at my feet.


I've tried to lose them,

To give them the shake.

But they're always there,

Asleep or awake.


I honestly think

That I'm becoming a freak.

I've been up for days now,

Maybe even weeks.


Maybe it's home,

It's always a mess.

Not exactly kid friendly;

Not exactly the best.


But I can't just blame others,

I'm to blame too.

But maybe it's not me.

Maybe it's you.

~ Chaos Loste, age twelve