No matter what I do or what costume I wear, I have similar people who follow me. Disturbing beings who have mastered staying closer than my shadow, repeating my every move like forgotten martial arts masters. I tried to attack them and threaten them dozens of times, but they always managed to scare me. They speak in languages ​​that I do not speak or know; They have the strength to lift weights that I have never tried before and the speed to deliver hundreds of blows to my face. Before I even realize what's happening, they can knock me down, step on me, and take all the air out of my abdominal cavity.

They have more tattoos and hair on their bodies than I do. Each of their tattoos transforms from color to color and shape to shape, as if they were created with extraterrestrial inks. I sometimes tried to tell them to others, but the people who loved me blushed at the ridiculous situation I found myself in. Now that I have given up on this unrewarded effort, I promised myself that I would not do this anymore. Still, I would like someone, even just one person, to believe me and be able to see the eyes watching me right behind me or in the corner of a wall ahead. I would like the echoes to be heard when I speak, and for someone to notice the horror of the mouths repeating what I say.

November, 2023 by Demon Ego