Stalker

I see you back there, come right here

Looking this way trying to overhear

All that I say, seeing all I do

I look at you and see right through

 

Don’t hide from me when I speak

After all it’s me that you seek

Step right here to the plate

Stop pretending it’s a blind date

 

Stop eying me with those vulture eyes

I’m not food or your Nobel Prize

This is a human and a soul that you see

Not a branch to add to your family tree

 

Stop this futile stalking of me

I know it's an insanity plea

I want peace from your disturbance

Not the hassle of its re-occurrence

 

You think yourself attractive or cute

Just consider me the forbidden fruit

Take one bite of which is a sin

And deem me past tense ‘cause I’ve gone and been

 

What is this, resistance

Perhaps my rejection hotline assistance

Was not to your specific taste

Are my "subtle" hints gone to waste

 

Must I put a sign in my window for you to read

Is that what will get me freed

From the peering eyes of your countless glances

You will never receive any chances

 

Think of toxic waste pouring down one’s throat

I’d rather have that than the words you wrote

If you think that is a most unkind rhyme

You wouldn’t like the poem I wrote the first time

 

Consider this your last warning

You better be gone before light of morning

If I see the face of that horrid girl

I may be liable to a violent hurl

Author's Note

This poem was inspired by a girl who was hardly one for self awareness or control.

Reviews

[Shep]

Like the poem. Please insert "a" third pargraph before soul. Again nicely done.

[Azariek]

Wow that is really creepy O_O. Loved the rhymes and the flow, but the "violent hurl" on the ending kind of made me stop and go "Wait, what?" Nice :D

[Kenneth The Poet]

I have to say that i like this piece for the fact that you captured the stalker essence almost perfectly. The rhyming is almost spot-on, it's rough and can use a bit of polish. Otherwise, this is a nicely crafted piece.

[Robin]

Gad , how I have had my own bizarre encounters with Stalkers -

you have some good lines , the ending is not working for me .

[She Whispered]

Writing age is of no relevance:
This rhymed significantly and had a great flow.
The depth sticks to you and makes you pause and think, "Is this true or not?"

Loved the premise, either way.
And the disgust.