“I don’t see anything,” you tell me, But the bear is right there In the backyard eating berries, Why can’t you see it? I know you can, You can see me, so you’re not blind. You must be lying for some reason. “I didn’t say anything,” you declare, With a concerned look on your face, But I heard you clear as day say “They’re in your food.” I don’t think I should trust you. You keep telling me things That aren’t true. “That’s nonsense!” you yell. I don’t even know what I said, That was in another realm, One hundred years ago, And those words That came out my mouth, Were never in my head. The fucking pillow is red! You’re talking! I’m seeing the brightest of reds, and I’m confused as you in calculus as to why you’re hurting me And I’m scared As a five year old in the haunted mine Because no one is on my side anymore, I bet you would try to convince me The pillow is black. Why are you invalidating me? Are you some gaslighting sociopath? You were amicable when I met you. There is no doubt in my mind Of your newfound malice, You dirty trickster.