Do you see him

I sure you don't

He stands to my right

He touches my hip

He isn't Verry nice

He wakes me up when I sleeping

His hands all over me

He threatened to take me

He will do verry bad things to me

I know it

But I can't tell you about them

Because you can't see him

People say I crazy  

Because they can't see what I see

Maybe it's better this way

That they can’t see him

I know you can't ever see him

But don't worry he won't hurt you

He can only hurt me

He lives in my head

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