What you do not see

It is so clear
as I look around.
I am crying out,
wishing to be found.

You can look away.
You always do deny,
that I don't exist.
You hope I am a lie.

All I have to say
is I'll be arriving soon.
I'm looking through the window!
Peering into your room.

If you don't know how
to describe this fear,
You'll have no problem
once I am here.

I don't go away.
I am no bad dream.
I'm all the things
you're afraid I seem.