What is that over there,
What is that by the bear?
What is that in your hair,
What is that up in the air?
What is that, dear,
What is that thing you fear?
What is that in the mirror,
What is that, a tear?
He could see things that weren't there. They were dark, ugly, hideous. He hated them.
"But you need us."
"I know." No hesitation, no doubt, just simple fact.
"Out of the goodness of our hearts, we're helping you.
"I know."
"We don't need you~"
"I know."
"Be grateful, love."
"I am."
He heard them laugh, and he almost thought he heard them cry.
"Impossible! It's me, not them," he told himself.
"Impossible! We're just laughing too hard," they told themselves.
They were everywhere, on everything, IN everything. They were his world.
What was theirs?
"We love you."
"I know."
And they laughed, because he was theirs, because they ha