They come barging in without a word.
They are not my friends.
I do not like their company.
But they insist on staying.
My fragile heart is terrified of them.
They scare me maniacally.
I cannot chase them away.
I try to.
They cannot win.
Ah, I need distraction.
Help me.
I scream.
They slowly leave.
But they whisper something.
They will be back.
They always do.
