Shadows are following you
Grabbing you by the wrist
You squeeze your eyes shut
But you find you can't resist

Like some ironically sweet poison
You drink its words up
You feel it fall down your throat
As you dispose of the cup

You breathe in the mist
And it makes you feel nauseated and confused
You lose your footing but try to hold on
These feelings aren't anything new

A reflection, an image
Staring up at you as if to taunt
You see your family smiling at you
Your past which will forever haunt

You don't want to let go
Your hands are holding on tight
Your ears are ringing loudly
You want to let go sometimes

Footsteps are echoing, coming
You put your hands over your ears to drown it out
They get closer and closer
Looming so very loud

Your eyes fly open as your hands shake
You see the bright light at the edge of the trees
You pick up into a run, your feet a blur
But the light doesn't seem to move you see

Footsteps chasing you
You can feel their breath on your neck
You scream and yell, frantically rubbing your eyes
Why are you only seeing in flecks?

The temperature plummets and you shiver
You forgot your coat and hat
Your fingertips are red and numb
Surely it can't get worse than that..?

You trip over a branch and scream
The shadow of a head hovers above you
You scramble to your feet
And you start to run but where to?

That face was sketched in your memory
The smile with those sharp teeth
Ready to bite and taunt
You wish and wish you could be set free

You hit a dead end: either jump or give in
You're stuck in the middle with evil either side
Your hands come together for any spark of warmth
At least either way it's the end of the ride

With one last breath and wish to the stars
You bend your knees and feel the shadow against your skin
It's warm and almost comforting
But still you refuse to give in

You jump and then you see black
The black of the shadow?
The black of the abyss?
You don't know
What you do know is you didn't wish for this

That shadow you saw
The one that followed you at a fast pace
The empty eyes that bored into your own
The shadow had your face.
The shadow looked like you.
Are you your own demon?

My dad just said heterosexual people were normal, to which I responded saying that was rude (because it was obvious he was insinuating anyone who wasn't heterosexual wasn't normal) and he said "calling people normal isn't rude". Well it is if you're implying someone else isn't normal. That hurts a little bit.