They📝

A phantom presence, whispered low,

I've known of you my whole life, you know.

A puppeteer, unseen, unheard,

Controlling fate with a single word.

When shadows fall, and fortunes fail,

Your name is cursed, a mournful wail.

A master of deceit, a whispered lie,

Spreading venom as the moments fly.

They say you plot against my very soul,

A constant threat, beyond control.

I glance behind, a nervous, hurried plea,

To break the chains, to finally be free.

Do you hear the whispers, sharp and cold?

The stories spun, the tales untold?

"THEY ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT US, see?

THEY DID US WRONG eternally."

"THEY ARE RUINING EVERYTHING, they say,

THEY ARE TRYING TO GET YOU, come what may."

These accusations, sharp and keen,

A constant chorus, a relentless scene.

Who are they, this ominous "they,"

That haunt my steps along the way?

A faceless enemy, a silent threat,

A paranoia I can't forget.

Are they shadows born of fear and doubt?

Or forces real, that prowl about?

This unseen enemy, a constant dread,

Living rent-free, inside my head.