I see its face.
It's not mine.
But I feel its gaze.
I live each minute of my life
trembling with paranoia and fear.
Its voice is all I seem to hear,
whispering secrets I've never told.
What could it possibly know?
It pulls memories
from places I never go.
I turn—
but room is empty.
Still, I feel its eyes on me.
I feel it's presence,
it's voice echoing.
Am I just paranoid?
I guess we'll never know.
I try to scream,
but it feels like my head is underwater.
No sound—
just the echo of its laughter
creeping beneath my skin.
I am not me.
I look into the mirror—
it's all that I see.
I try to break free,
hoping that someday
I'll be able to flee.
Screeches claw against every wall.
I hear it getting louder with each call.
It's everywhere.
It's making me lose my mind.
I'm scared to lose myself.
I still have to take care of my daughter.
But it's stealing my voice—
the only way I can reach her.
God took away her sight.
I'm the one who leads her to the light.
She has no one else but me.
I'm all she has left.
But it has taken my soul.
I lost myself in its theft.
Who will take care of my doll
when I'm the one who falls?
She's only sixteen.
She must be wondering where I've been.
I'm not in my body.
I feel… unseen.
I've been in the hospital for over a week.
That's when it came to me.
It found me—
my fragile, fractured soul.
And when it saw the opportunity…
it took control.