Glaring

Days are long and quiet,

I am neither here nor there,

And no matter where I'm hiding,

I'm pinned beneath his stare.

 

He watches when I'm sleeping,

Perfectly aware

That when I wake up screaming

He's the root of my nightmares.

This poem is about: 
Me

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