Disclaimer-I don't own The Sixth Sense. Aren't my disclaimers creative? Didn't think so.
I see them everywhere,
Constantly chasing me, haunting me.
Shadows tracing the footsteps of their former lives,
They ask me do things they've left undone.
I was once afraid of them, screaming, struggling,
And they left scratches and cuts as reminders.
But then I met Malcolm Crowe.
He was very different from the others.
Instead of asking me to help him,
He tried to help me.
He was the one who taught me not to be afraid,
And instead face them bravely.
He helped me communicate with my mom,
So she didn't always wonder what was happening.
And then I help him move on,
Because he knew he hadn't failed.