In a hidden corner, I quietly stand
My head bowed down, my eyes stare low
I hear stomping of feet, disorderly screams
Like ones that pierce in unfortunate dreams
My breath grows heavy
My heart, it complains
In isolation, I feel so estranged
"What if I'm found?", I tense with great fear
"Then all would be over." Like death coming near
(silence)


Then quicker than lightning
my chest gets a hit
and with sinister laughter
he announces,
"YOU'RE IT!"