𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

VIII

Shadows hide everything,
That's what they say, anyway,
But can they?

As I stand in the shadows, watching the car,
They can't see me, they don't know I'm there,
But they can sense me,
They keep looking around,
But they don't know where I am.

The shadows whisper things to me,
About how they can keep my secrets,
My therapist says it's all in my head,
But it's not, it's real,
They talk,
They see,
They listen.

Just like every person.

I'm George Ragan.

Remember the name, forget the game.