I see him. He's there.
He is everywhere.
Behind corners.
In trees.
He will not fool me.
I swear, he's a stalker.
But claims to not be.
Although not word, is all that I've heard.
The sights, that I've seen, can be horrorfying.
Most that I tell, that I am begging for help.
All just call me insane.
I know he's watching.
I know that he sees.
I know that he whispers, my name silently.
And whom is creeper?
What may he be?
They call me a loon, but he's just birdie.
