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