Is it . . . You!

Some call us scavengers others predators a few say we are demons from hell; what we seek isn’t material possessions the fastest cars new fashion or jewelry that to us is worth as much as a breath of air comes and goes. What we seek is as noticeable as a book, some are wide open others are locked tight like vaults or safes we influence and control many of your actions, thoughts and feelings we have no specific form other than the ones you give us were the boss at your job, the annoying neighbor that turns up the tunes just a little to loud, were the kids the made Jr. high and high school a living hell were those fools who saw you wearing a color we didn’t like then beat you until you switched looking at the sky the inside of your eyelids then the ceiling of the hospital room were that drunk guy that hit your kid and the person who bailed him out a day later were that guy that slept with your girlfriend that smoke in your hand that bottle on the table that Glock 45. down your pants that dad or boyfriend that hit your mother that girl that gave you AIDS were everywhere you can avoid us but you cant escape us we’ll find you frame you lie to you steal from you put a hit on you get in your car and go somewhere with you. Now take a guess at who you think we are go on it’ll be quite the shocker when you find out…