Imposter

I feel like an imposter 

A figment of my former self 

Do I even belong here? 

Or should I be somewhere else? 

So far gone, feelings of doom 

Feeling alone in a crowded room 

Hearing the whispers in the dark 

No one to guide me. Must I embark? 

On this journey all alone Nobody to speak to on my phone 

Nighttime approaches. Afraid to sleep. 

The witching hour is his time to creep. 

Hunting me, stalking me nightly 

Escaping yet ever so slightly 

Being ever so vigilant 

Keeping my eyes wide open 

While keeping my mind tightly shut 

Buried deep under my covers 

Wishing for the morning light 

Escaping this villainous night 

Every dark corner I turn I scream inside, Oh what a sight! 

Feelings of death, dying of fright. 

Trying to survive with all my might. 

Seeing fully, and yet still blind. 

Can’t seem to erase his face from my mind. 

Taunting me, tugging at my soul. 

This nightly dance is getting old. 

When will the nightmares stop?

Will it be before I drop? 

We will see, time will tell, 

 What day will I escape this hell…