Silent Partner

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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