I feel as if something has been stolen. Maybe it's just my sanity. Maybe I'm just lost and confused only in my head. "Your just being paranoid. Your just fine," says the therapist trapped in my mind. I wish I could shake them out like water in my ears.
Now I'm watching you, your dark clothing and dark hair next to him. That's all anyone sees you as, dark clothing, dark personality. Maybe that's just what I think of you as. Why is he so fond of you? Why did you have to come here? Are you some kind of test? He used to look at me with big green beautious eyes, now... no.. they are not fixed on you. I'm going to fight back, you just watch.
Now, it's even... although... I long for his eyes full time. And, I know you do too.