Tell me Whats Real?

I wake each morning
That constant pounding
Neighbours banging on walls
Why are they doing this?
They know I can hear
I look out the window
I see my familiar man
He goes through the bin
He too knows I'm watching
There is no familiar certainty
I see him
At the Shop
On the Bus
Walking past
Is it just coincidence
OR am I truly being followed
Watched
I find myself asking them to appear
I search for their cameras
Maybe a microphone
I turn the TV off and Wait
I sit in the darkness listening to hear them
I am fooling them
They think I'm in bed
Only I know I'm not
They are listening for me
I am listening for them
Until finally I fall asleep
Then the day starts again
That constant pounding

By Shane T Farrell