Erm... Eighth grade crap X.

This is definitely my low point in writing. I'm not proud. It's lame.

Stalker

Watching, waiting, for you to notice.
I stand in the shadows trying to catch your eye.
How do you think that I deal with this:
Trying to hide my biggest lie.

I follow you home, then I hide in your tree.
It’s really convenient, because I live right down the street.
I see into your kitchen, and into your living room.
I can see you in there, talking on the phone.

Because I’m a STALKER.
I see you at night.
STALKER.
I cause you a fright.
STALKER.
I follow you home.
Try not to be left all alone….

I know where you live, I know your phone number.
I know your height, and your hair color.
I know all of your friends, and even then some.
I even know your favorite flavor of gum.

I know your grade in science, I know your grade in math.
I know that last Tuesday you wore your bright green hat.
I know your favorite shirt, and I know your shoe size.
I know all of your truths, so don’t tell me any lies.

Because I’m a STALKER.
I see you at night.
STALKER.
I cause you a fright.
STALKER.
I follow you home.
Make sure they don’t leave you all alone….