Midnight Weary

They don't speak to me anymore, it's as if they had grown weary of this mortal pass time. As I said, they don't speak to me anymore, that doesn't mean that they are not there anymore, they sit there, in front of me staring, smiling. That's all they do now, smile, and stare. Quite rude actually, I've tried pointing this out, but they seem keen on doing what they have been doing. No one sees them but me, it's kind of sad really, no one else to see their faces, to see how much they love to torment me so. Why me? Why not someone else? Wrong questions... Why NOT me? Why someone else? They love to see me squirm underneath their piercing gaze, as if their smiles are filled with the most diabolical of intent. I wish they would talk to me again, instead of just sitting their contently. they have found my one phobia, the silence, I cannot take the silence, it is unbearable. Why must they do this to me? I have done no wrong to them... Please stop... please, I can't take it! Talk to me! Mother! SPEAK TO ME! Mommy! Daddy! Please speak to me! No more smiling! There is nothing left in this world to be happy about... Please... Talk to me...