I've never been a fan of suspense. Time seems to stand still
Until
Something jumps, pops, screams in your face. And it is ******* scary.
Finding  the thing that scares you most and having it scare the **** out of you.

Nothing is worse.
The white, blank, haunted eyes that mirror your pain.
And everything seems to be turned against you. Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Will ever work for you.
Unless you believe it will.
The power of positive thinking. Reflecting the image in your third eye into the waters that spread
In front of you. A mirror pool.

And the fix it guy in your neighborhood will fix your toys.
Thirty seven years will take a lifetime to complete.
I don't know why.
Ask the reaper, the shadow people, the guardian angels that whisper in our ears at night.
But you won't get a response.
They can't speak. They can sing and scream and stare. Scare.
They whisper in a language lost
By those who once spoke it. They threw it out
With the *******. And killed themselves trying to remember.

But all will be well. Your playtime will be fixed and set up. Your entire life bending backwards.
Because you are a control freak.
You can't let people shape who you are because you are important. More important than others' Emotions.
False.

You are a selfish *****, you know? Let people tell you that.
Be kind. The golden rule was taught to you in elementary, remember that.
You're letting your demon out.
Kick it to the curb. Send it back.  To oblivion. This is not fantasy.
You can not just let yourself go.
That toy is not yours to break.

It's time to swim. But don't fall in. There are evil things in that mirror pool.
Make sure to just look. Project the image of diving in. And you will.
Without releasing the dragon.