Suburban-Penguin

I walk through the woods,
alone,
unafraid.
The light splatters,
and shines,
on the leaves.
This place is not new to me,
nor is it old,
its simply...
there.
But,
as I walk amongst the hidden trails,
I see things that make my blood run cold.
Little white things,
only an few inches high,
walking amongst the trees.
They have a simple head,
one large & small eye,
and a tiny little mouth.
Just holes,
tiny black holes,
to see and eat through.
Their bodies are small,
with no neck attatched,
and just some arms and legs.
It's doesnt look like they have fingers,
or feet...
just tiny little arms and legs.
I'm scared.
They don't talk.
They don't make any sound.
Their walking around me,
watching me,
following me.
Why haven't I seen them before?
Why are they here?
What do they want?
I want to leave,
but,
I've lost my way...
Where am I?
Oh...
I get it...
This isn't a forest...
It's my life.
And the things?
That's everything I've ever run from...

I'm alone in a crowd.
Everyone I know is here.
Every face,
familiar.
The Room is small enough,
and the crowd,
large,
and pressing,
isn't helping.
The walls are closing in,
closer,
closer,
and closer,
with every second.
I try to talk,
to warn the others,
but I can't.
My mouth,
appears to be stitched shut.
I try to get someones attention,
to grab an arm,
hit a shoulder.
But I can't,
my hands just pass through,
and they carry on,
their idle conversation,
never even seeing me.
I spin my head around,
looking for someone,
anyone,
who can see me.
But then,
my eyes,
they fall upon the mirrors,
that run along the wall.
I see everyones face,
blissfully unaware,
of these walls,
that are closing in.
But there is one face I do not see,
and,
sadly,
the face I could not see was mine.
I am mute,
and invisible.
Tears blur my eyes,
but,
as I clear them away,
I notice...
People are dissapearing,
one,
by,
one.
Moments later,
I am alone.
And The Walls continue,
closing in on me,
all around me.
My mouth is