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The Man

September 26, 2011
By rayneybow BRONZE, Tacoma, Washington
rayneybow BRONZE, Tacoma, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
"Life isn't about how popular you are, what girl or boy you're dating, or who you know. Life is about always being true to who you are, and what you believe in. Never let anyone convince you that their way is better than your way." ~Andrew Beirsack.


I see a man, standing outside the window
His shoes are black, his pants colored dark green
His sweatshirt and hair are deep as midnight,
Face covered in shadows, his eyes scowl, unseen

I stare in fear; it’s very late at night
There’s a man outside, I know he wants to hurt me
I blink after a moment, and then he is gone
Leaving a single black rose in his place, for me to see

I walk to my bedroom, moving like a zombie
I try not to think about him, but he was right there
I hide under the covers, tortured by my thoughts
I’m so full of fear; he’s not making this fair

As time passes, I hear whispers, but not words
I feel his presence as he walks by my side
He wants to destroy me, I know for a fact
I can feel that it’s me he wishes to override

I wake up one morning, around 11:30 AM
I see him in the kitchen standing far too near
He’s so close to my brother, but he only wants me
When I look back again, once more he disappeared

He’s inside my house, every stairwell, too
No matter where I go, he’s always one step ahead
He follows me places, invades my mind
I don’t want to be scared; I’d rather run instead


The author's comments:
I wrote this when I had a fear that I was suffering from schizophrenia. I would see a man, and I knew he wanted to hurt me, but I was the only one who saw him. I heard voices, an old lady and two young girls.
They would whisper my name at night and the girls would giggle as the man walked around my bed, scaring me. I was fearful to be alone. This poem is completely true, it's exactly what I've gone through.
I hope that people who may be going through the same thing I was can read my poem and understand that they're not alone.

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