Untitled Poem by Autumn Baccellia

There is a man
who keeps looking
inside my window,
when I'm not around.
The chills that
cover my soul,
and you're telling me
it's the other side
of my mirror.
Each night he tries
to get in
to mislead me well,
and all you can do
is laugh
and say, 'oh, well'.
Begone of your nasty thoughts
lead me, but not with
a mind of corruption and fear.
You say that's not fair.
I never thought you were the one
on the other side of my mirror.