While I was Waiting

Just because you think their watching,
Doesn't mean that they are there.
Spotting, squashing, stopping, stalking,
Makes you think they're nowhere near.
Maybe when you turn you don't see them all standing by,
It doesn't mean that you can't hear their loud and screeching cry.

Just because you think your alone,
Doesn't mean that's what you are.
Groaning, showing, moaning, going,
Here they come to give you scars.
Maybe when you turn you don't see them all standing by,
It doesn't mean that you can't see the pain and suffers as they die.

Just because you think it's not real,
Doesn't mean that it's all fake.
Waking, singing, scratching, ringing,
All depends on how you break.
Maybe when you turn then you see they gathered here for you,
It doesn't mean that they are there for something nice to do.

Just because all you do is waiting,
Doesn't mean you can't do more.
Watching, reading, waiting, hating,
All depends on what is yours.
Maybe when you turn then you see they gathered here for you,
It doesn't mean that they're not waiting on something that isn't true.

A collection of short stories written by Trixie Avenue.