Poems and Heartache

Twenty two

I can only see her.
She haunts me in my sleep.
She haunts me through the halls.
She watches me as I eat,
And she watches while I breathe.
She doesn't like me.
I know that much.
But I don't know why she haunts me, whispering in my ear.
Flashes of lights
That I know don't occur.
Shivers of being cold
When the weather is warm.
She watches me.
And I feel that anybody
That gets too close
Will see her too.
And that's a burden I can't bear.
So I push people away.
Tell them I'm fine.
Say I want to be alone.
But I'm not.
Because she's sitting next to me now.
She tries to hold my hand.
Her long black hair falls down her back
And her makeup perfect.
But she's not perfect.
Behind the mask,
She's truly horrifying.
And she's smiling,
Her mouth wide to her ears.