There is a man,
His hosts call him
The Whisperer. He
Haunts us like a ghost,
Makes us live in fear.
The man-spirit softly
Breathes sweet sayings in
Our ears; words of caution,
Guidance. Our protecter,
He calls himself. He is
Everywhere, in everything,
And safely out of sight.
Our little secret; the voice
Behind our motives.
I've never seen him, but
I feel him always. He's
My protecting parasite.

His golden light brightens
My world from the dark
Shadows that were never there.
The man, this Golden Whisperer,
Refuses to leave and I will never
Let him. He's no longer my ghost.
He devoured me long ago.
He's all I see, all I act on,
All I feel. I live by his rules.
We all do, those he chose
To feed on.

We walk among you,
Shoved and ignored. We are
Taunted due to our leech
Of a protecter.
We seem almost above you,
With strength and
Persistance and will to carry on.
We are not strength.
Unknowingly, we fell to the Whisperer.
Now the whispering never stops.