There was many a time I just sat in the corner of that old quiet room. I loved it there Just locked up away from the impurities of the world Playing with the shadows and the imaginary friends of my ever so free creativity Not knowing that they would soon become my worst enemy That they would corrupt my mind and expose me to what I was hiding from for so long I did not dare question it though for the fact that I feared of delving ever more into the darkness
After years that old room turned into the pigs sty of a ******* thirteen year old..who was me... Always getting yelled at by his mother for wanting to be male and not his biological gender Always getting hit for being pansexual and falling in love with everyone Always on his phone and computer Sending out many corrupting things and plotting many horrid deaths But never to pursue his nightmarish dreams Of blood and clowns and killers and laughter The blank faces and blood red shadows staring at him through the mirror Always hearing a blank whisper saying his name His twisted thoughts now playing games Making him...aka me...seem more insane.
Years from this present time He...or me...will be alone in an apartment Almost broke and in college Trying to fulfill whatever far fetched dream I managed to dream up But I won't still be okay. I will be more alone then ever before Allowing the dreadful shadows and imaginary friends that haunted my childhood to come back and corrupt me again With no one to help me Or hear me scream