Line of Sight

Line of Sight

A Poem by Chelsea Miller

I'm haunted by a sniper
That only I can see
And though I know that
he's not real,
My heartbeats disagree.

He stalks my every footstep.
He watches every crack.
He's the reason why I've learned to
Always watch my back.

His finger strokes the trigger, his voice
Penetrates my brain.
I'm scared to tell you what he says;
You'll just think I'm insane.

He doesn't speak our language,
He communicates in fear.
I can't translate and
The daily threats I hear.

I don't want to tell you
All the things he makes me do.
I'm embarrassed;
I'm insane
I'm terrified he'll shoot.

I'm sorry I look scared sometimes and
Refuse to tell you why.
Sometimes I wish someone could see
The dot between my eyes.

I'm clinging to the hope that
Maybe one day
I'll be free.
I'm haunted by a sniper that
Only I can see.

© 2020 Chelsea Miller

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Added on June 4, 2014
Last Updated on January 16, 2020
Tags: Anxiety, OCD, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Anxiety Disorder