Past

It.

Its following me again

Well it always is

Its that creak on the wooden floor behind me

Its that thing pulls me in out out of my thoughts

Its that feeling i get when i feel someones watching

And the adreniline in my chest rises

And my heart skips a beat

I want to turn around

But I can't

I can't my stupid feet are frozen to the spot

Its that thing that knows all of my weaknesses 

Because its been behind me my whole life

Sitting in the shadows

Watching.

Honestly, I'm not to sure what it is.
But it's there.