Shadows

I see shadows out of the corners of my eyes
Every time I turn they disappear, gone in a flash
Sometimes they’re small and fast, zipping like flies
Sometimes they’re large and slow, simple figures.

Everyday, they follow my every move, no matter where I go

I’m told I’m not crazy, that it’s normal and fine.

I think everyone’s lying to me, and I hate to think so low.

Especially of the people who do nothing but love me.

All they do is reassure me, tell me it’s fine, it’s okay, it’s normal

But none of that really helps to make me stop feeling crazy

My own shadows have started to haunt me, 

Ghosts of my past, or ghosts of the present,

Either way, it’s terrifying for me to see

And I’m getting really sick of this feeling.