The Stalker that Waits

Watch you from a distance as you perform your daily routine
That's how it is when I'm sitting here just doing my thing
Sitting here wanting you for real instead of in my dream
The fact is in reality I am absolutely positively nothing
When I sleep and think about it while I'm there, I'm king
Next day I wake up and follow you like a river stream
Follow you around and you still don't know it's me
Slip inside your pocket, I snatch your extra room key
To your house, I'm aroused, waiting to get you patiently
You came home, I thought it was just you, not a group of three
Makes it all the better just to help me out mentally
I'll be upstairs patiently, waiting for you in your room
Just know that now you have only caused your doom
Can never be what I wanted and that's the groom
But now where we're at will be all of your tomb
When it's over you won't be in an emergency room
Don't worry beauties because it'll all be over soon
No need to worry about a baby being in your womb
I pop out of the closet wearing a good costume
Your screams stop but it'll steadily resume
Look into my eyes and you keep asking me who I am
As it burns, it stings just like a lava plume
As it ends, it looks like the end of a horrible cartoon
I am the stalker that waits inside your room
Category:Mental Illness
Category:Poetry