i hear them calling my name.

i feel their presence all around me.

i know the demands they crave.


They call for me when they are in need of something.

They love to take everything, and refuse to reciprocate.

They bring their presence only when it is convenient for them.

They know nothing of me, they know nothing.


who's they?

Who's the people responsible for the source of my paranoia?


They are always watching you waiting for you to mess up,

waiting to pounce on you when weakness shows.

i wish i could make them stop,

i hope one day the constant strive for perfection for someone else fades.

Who's they?

Who's your they?



This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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