What Force Is This?

A Poem by Ah Lecks

True feelings experienced

Someone is behind my back as I walk,
I'd dread every moment he would talk,
Sitting behind my very own seat.
Reminding me in whispers of a nearby defeat.

Ominous was his middle name,
Forcing me to play his game,
Telling me all those simple rules,
All of which I uncontrollably refuse.

For punishment, my stomach would churn.
Lying in bed waiting for that burn.
Why won't I go in his direction?
Will I suffer for his rejection?

Every command seemed for the best,
Go along with this simple test,
Of which of course I see no end.
Is my heart open for him to attend?

I sit and fear and always ignore,
To him I'm probably just a bore,
So unless I decide to do this play,
I fear He'll never go his way.

But either way I cannot agree,
Even if he won't let me be.
Will I die from His unbearable stalk?
The one behind my back as I walk...