What Is Haunting Me? Poem by Miranda Dodge

Everyday I walk on through
Putting a smile upon my face
Talking to others... but not revealing
For all they see... is the person I am not
For on the inside... all I feel is afraid
Not trusting my vision... to what I see
Are they there? ... Are they really real?
Or are they illusions... made up from my mind?
Everywhere I go... Everything I do
These THINGS... they always seem to find me
No matter how much I try to hide and run
They always find me
Haunting me and haunting me
Showing no sign of leaving
Just an evil look upon these things face
I cringe in fear... in fear of what these things
Will do to me...
How do I escape THESE HAUNTING'S?