Black widow

Here we are again.
i thought i was number one,
But now i have a chance to be a black widow on your wall.
i listen in every now and,
then when your about to cry,
Your deppresion has blinded you,
from what you need the most.
i’m supposed to be your host,
but its seems i’ve dissapeared.
the important thing is to remember,
i am always here.
i listen in every now and then when you scream,
though it looks like i m still,
as if i was serene.
your noise shakes my webs,
that i have spun neatly just for you.
i see why now it makes you angry,
because i only spun the truth.
yes here i am once again just as invisible as before
but i am the black widow listening in right outside your door.
you may not see me,
but you know that i am there.
in your subconcious,
listen to your despair.
this is note to self,
wake up out of this dream.
because you should know
life isn’t what it seems.
Stop being invisible and love yourself again.
because im tired of being the black widow,
always listening in.