Yesterday upon a stair
I saw a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
My family had me put away
For seeing men who weren't there…
But here at this "assisted care"
Facility, I still can see
That man because he followed me.
Supposedly the doctor here
Can make the "sane" me reappear
But he glares from the corridor
As I face my inquisitor.
Her endless questions don't convince
Me that I have no evidence
This poacher of my sanity
Exists and keeps on watching me.
Perhaps he is just in my mind,
A stalker of the psychic kind.
But see that pile of clothing there?
It's not my dirty underwear!