First and Last Impressions

Clingy.

That was my first impression of you.

Was I right?

Was I wrong?

I had not the slightest inclination,

For I had just met you.

Yet, as time passed,

I still had no way of knowing.

You seemed to like what the majority of others liked,

And that was fine.

At least for a time.

It was not until you started to like that of the Underground.

This I knew was not of your own taste.

The Underground;

My Underground.

My sanction, now stolen.

Other's sanction, now taken.

Our Undergrounds were NOT for the taking,

No Matter what you may have thought.  

They were our sanctions, our security,

And you stole that away from us.

You had no right,

They were ours and ours alone.

Every obsession, every liking, everything we ever loved,

Gone.

Completely, and undeniably,

Gone.

Everything that was once ours,

You claimed it to be your own.

You claimed you, in and of yourself, to be someone you are most obviously are not.

So, first impressions,

Was I right?

No.

I was wrong.

I was horribly wrong.

You are not clingy.

You are a soul stealer.

You are a leech.

You are a shape shifter*

You are NOT one of us.

With this,

I hope you save you from yourself.

For one day,

You will wake up

And completely hate who you are and what you have become.

And we,

We will not be there to save you.