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
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