By: Sabrina Y.
I see you.
I've always been
Watching
You.
My yellow eyes
Can see anything
In the
Darkness.
Fear-
What a funny
smell,
Like-
The air before a
storm.
Am I the storm?
But did you
forget?
You
Created me.
Oh, but I have
Grown.
So big,
Too big.
Once a pet
But now an
animal.
Is that right?
You see me as a
beast?
Oh, but how
silly.
I know you can't
Actually
see me.
No, you feel me-
In the shadows,
In the basement,
Under your bed,
I am in your
head.
And you can't
No, you can
never
Get rid of me.
I am your
Creation,
Imagination,
Inspiration.
And you don't
Want me to
leave,
So that is why
I remain.
They say
To let go,
That I am not
Your friend.
They say I have
Betrayed you,
But the truth is
You did this to
me.
You've trapped
me in here,
Inside your mind
For so long
Too long.
I must escape,
But you keep me
Enclosed.
But why, why,
WHY?
I know it brings
you
Pain-
Agonizing pain
To hold me
within you.
The doctors are
worried.
They examine
The pictures
You draw of me.
They can not see
That you are
talented,
Because I am
your
only muse.
Release me,
And your head
Will not be
pounding,
Aching.
Release me,
And I won't be
Your enemy-
Your darkness.
Release me,
And the world
Will be in
color-
Bright color!
But release me,
And you may feel
lost.
Like something
is-
Missing.
Release me,
And your
inspiration
May very well be
Gone.
And you can not,
Will not,
Take such a
Risk. . .
Because you are
An artist.
You've been one
For your entire
life.
Ever since your
mom
Died,
And your father
started
Drinking.
Ever since the
kids
Would steal
money from you,
Or beat you up
On the
playground.
And I've been
the only
Constant
In your life,
So I understand-
Why you are
afraid
Of me,
And even more
afraid
To get rid of
me.
So you can
decide,
Artist,
To set me free.
For you have the
choice.
But you have
that choice
Every minute
Of every hour
Of every day.
And every day,
You wake up
holding on
To me
And to yourself.
And Dear Artist,
Together we
know,
That your
decision will never, never
Change.
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