Shapes and shadows come and go.
Where they come from nobody knows.
I see them sometimes, in the corner of my eyes,
Sometimes laughing, or hearing their cries.
I keep remembering it`s just the AD,
But it’s so distressing, and not only to me.
My family sees me jump and stare,
When they all know, there`s nobody there.
Am I frightened that one day
The shapes and shadows won’t go away?
Of course I am, I fear the worst,
Because I have this awful curse,
But until that time, this is my plea,
I hope that you`ll be patient with me.