A creepy poem that is perfect to read at 2 in the morning
When you look in the mirror am I looking back at you from the shadows of the closet?
When you see something move out of the corner of your eye, does it look like me?
When you see the shadow under the door, i sit me wating for you to fall asleep?
When you see those eyes under the bed, are they mine?
When you hear that soft melodic lullaby whispered in you ear, does the voice belong to me?
When you awake to the noise of your door closing, but you don’t know who was there was it me?
Is it me?
Maybe….............