The Haunting

Misty dark fog, clouds the pitch black skies,
Baggy purple circles, underneath my eyes.
I don't know what to do; it's the middle of the night,
Beautiful images surround me, while I lie here in fright.
Extremely tired, very sleepy, I force myself awake,
I'm underneath this mask; innocence, I fake.
"Short, Pale, and Funny" haunts me when I sleep,
Trying to ignore it, the broken promises I keep.
Dreams are overrated, but thinking isn't the best,
So I eventually fall asleep, while He is there to possess.
This haunting goes on for weeks; I'm sick of His little Game,
Instead of picking on someone else, He chooses the weaker aim.
"Leave me alone! Go away!" But no one is around,
Everytime I stand back up, He shoves me to the ground.
"Where am I to go?" I cannot run or hide,
This nightmare will replay forever; The Pain will remain inside.