Fear is in the eyes of the Beholder.
He’s staring at,
What’s she hiding behind that beautiful face?
Am I that person in the mirror?
Is that old man there following me?
I can see ghosts in my room,
Hanging from he ceiling,
Do they exist?
Am I one person, or do many reside in me?
Is he stalking me?
Does she love?
Who is that?
Who am I?
Is it for real?
Is this fear?
Am I going mad,
Or is it just paranoia?