Who's that-- who's there?
I can feel you, behind my thoughts
Listening to me when I should be alone
Catching me unaware when I think nobody's there.
Who are you, with quiet ears
Laughing and scolding and bestowing values
On all the thoughts I allow passage
Or don't catch in time to hold in check
Barely stopping them before they reach my mouth.
I didn't invite you
Whoever you are-- tresspasser of souls
You thick-skinned, greedy, lecherous fiend
Stealing the sacred cloud of my youth
Invading the only place left where I would not
Have to account to anyone
With the gall to stand in the shadows and judge.
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