These Thoughts

These Beings

Often I wonder how or why I got myself into this,
I am followed without me knowing it,
They keep notes about my wrongdoings,
Not knowing we are with the same mental problems.

That man with wide eyes and blank stare,
Come checking what I am doing or what I wear,
Whispering to the cute lady and the lovely woman with dark brows,
Whatever I am up to or if I am wide awake and aware.

The being with thick eye lashes and dark iris,
Who come to me and tried playing his tricks,
He sometimes comes as an adorable innocent child and other times as a she,
Who wanted to be protected and be rescued from imprisonment and flee..

There were times when they made me think that I was eating poop,
And made others eat my poop because I do not cook.
They took garbage from our washroom trash bins,
Magically transformed them to look edible, palatable and enticing.

They tried a few plans against me,
Put on me some psychological pressure and left things up to me,
They abused me without me knowing,
Gave me no signs and evidence against their wrongdoings.

Mind broadcasting is their key,
Like a psychotic man playing his games,
They study your personality and read your fears,
Abuse you and your family for greater bargains.

Whenever you say your confirmation
Do not ever say yes without reason,
For they will assume that it is the answer to their hidden questions,
At the back of their minds, they never asked you their real intentions.

Whatever they want, they want them all.
Your persona, your belongings, interests and the things and people you adore.
Often I wonder how they came to be,
Might be some ancient or mythical beings without names and personalities.