She came knocking on my door

When I was 14 years old. 

But I did not let her in. 

I held my head high

And said,

"Get the hell away from me."

And so she receded back

Into her dark dwelling

And left me alone. 

But not for long. 

Soon, she slithered out

Of her hiding place,

Spreading a subtle black veil

Over everything she encountered. 

The veil was harmless,

Sometimes even unnoticeable. 

But sometimes, 

If I turned my head just right,

The veil was there. 

Sometimes it blacked out harmless things,

Like cereal preference, 

Or what color my shoes were. 

One day I woke up,

And discovered a black cloak over my face,

Instead of the once feathery veil. 

She cast a spell on the material,

And it became opaque. 

Still, I could see through the threads,

If I turned my head 

Just right.