Depressed

Evil Thoughts

Hey there,
Little you.
Tucked away in your room.

Only an infant.
Soon to grow,
I see.

Who would've thought,
I'd be writing to you.
Of all people.

You don't think
I know who you are.
But, I know you very well.

Who am I?
You ask.
I'm your dreaded nightmare.

Only to reach out to you,
As you grow.
I'm someone you very much know.

I'm the one to give you head aches.
I'm the one to cause you to fall.
Or get stung by a bee.

Devil? You ask.
No, not quite.
But almost.

I run your evil thoughts.
"Let's hurt sissy"
Yeah, that was me.

I place them there,
Where they like to be.

Don't get mad,
I run everybody's too.
Not just you.

Just one more thing.
I have to say.
Remember that time you took a knife, to your throat?

Yeah neither do we.
But its coming.
Sorry.