Bi-Polar Blues Poem by james d nall,jr

Peeking out the windows
Hiding in the dark
Jumping when the wind blows
My lifes not a walk in the park
Watching shadows, watching me
Here in the dark, what can they see?
Heard a board creak, outside my door
Is there just one, or three or four
Staring at the doorknob, I know its turning
If I don't go out, will they start my house burning?
They are always outside, waiting to get in
Wanting to get me, to do me in
But, I'm not going outside, They'll never get through the door
Because, what they don't know is I've got a 44
Shoot 'em dead thats what I'll do
They'll never get me or you