The dark and the silence filling my head

And soon replaced with the thoughts that misled 

Led me to the cracks and the creaks of the nonexistent presence 

Looking every which way to see what doesn’t 

What doesn’t appear and what doesn’t exist 

And what most certainly only exists in the back of my head 

My head scares me away back under the covers 

Protecting me from what lies near the others 

The others that tuck themselves away in the back of my mind 

Revealing themselves once I find myself fine 

By myself, I’m left with my thoughts 

The ones that manipulate my mind into seeing what’s not 

Manipulate me into being afraid of what is just being played

Played like a movie until once comforted again by the cure of the thoughts in my head