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I see things


I see things

From a young age my eyes have been open to the supernatural

I see things

Shadowy figures that don’t look right

My intuition has been developed early

I see when the people I care about are upset 

I see things

As a baby I used to cry when someone my mom didn’t like came near

Other than that I was pretty silent 

I see things


I can see through a person’s walls like Superman

I can see a fake person a mile away

I see things

 
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