My own Stalker

by Ashley Mullinax   Apr 25, 2005


There is some one,
i can hear but can't see,
watching my life,
trying to kill me.
Everywhere i go,
they are close behind,
everytime i think,
their voice enters my mind.
This person abuses me,
calls me names,
brings me to tears,
fills me with shame.
One night,
i looked in the mirror to see,
my stalker there,
and she was me.
I ran away,
to find some help,
but found a knife,
and killed her...myself.

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