Dysphoria

That damned thing between the walls that stares and stares all day long, A ghost, a ghoul, something fowl, You can tell from how it scowls, It whispers truths I wished denied, its body clad head to toe in lies, I cannot shake the cursed eyes, which stalk me still through day and night, This creature which tears my soul to shreds, Haunts my dreams, lies in my bed, Sometimes I wish it better off dead, or simply not exist instead, This thing which fills my heart with fear, lies behind every mirror