There's a being in my room

I can't see them

I can't feel them

I can't hear them

I cannot know them

I cannot be them

Their hand on my shoulder

Their world in smolders

I shall not be them

They tell me things that are not true

They tell me things not in view

They see me all and all that I do

They see me all and all that of you

And I try not to let them inside

And I try not to sleep with their hide

And I wake up and wonder their name

And I fall down and they do the same

Do they eat and breathe?

Do they sleep?

Do they see my dreams?

Do they make them about it?

I must hide all that I am

Lest they consume all that I am

Their hand on my shoulder

Their world in smolders

I shall not be them