It...

It follows me, it sees my face
Its gone in a second
It leaves without a trace

It never seems to leave
Its there all the time
I feel so bad like I’ve done a bad crime

Why is it always there?
It seems to be everywhere
I can feel it in the air
I can see its huge glare

I don’t know what it is
It always scares the hell out of me
Can whatever it is let me free

When I cry its there
When I'm sad it there
It seems like it can only care

But when I'm happy
It takes it away
It leaves me alone with nothing to say

I know when its there
I know for a fact
What I'm saying is no act

It talks through my thoughts
It tells me what to say and what to do
When I do it I feel sad and blue

That’s because I do the wrong thing
But I cant stop it feels like mind control
Whatever it is it’s stealing my soul

Can someone save me from this awful thing?
Before it makes me do something really bad
Because then I will be steaming mad

But I think that no matter what I do
It will never quit
The reason is because its IT