I'D Be Screaming In Hell If There Were One

Thirty-one becoming… For better or worse. Saugus was my habitat Where I dwelled in my fortress of solitude With my parents and two brothers. A black veil covers the eyes of my childhood Like an Italian Widow at her husbands funeral. Bazaar, obsessive thoughts stampede through my brain. Will my parents poison my food? Will they leave my while I am asleep? Need to keep counting the tiles, counting the colors, counting on my fingers. Why won’t this unknown entity go away? He is present even when I am alone. Always there, Always watching, FOREVER!