'They're looking at you,' the voice in my head says.

I dream about people a lot. Well, not so much about people. Random faces in crowds long passed, shadow figures crawling across my ceiling, watching, taunting, jeering and laughing. Mocking me for reasons I dont understand. Or are they?

"They're looking at you. See how they stare. Hear them laugh.'

Shut up.
Shut up, shut up.
stop makethemstop