Haunted

She walks down the street,

Eyes on the ground,

Feeling somebody Staring her down.

She goes into the store,

Sensing a stare at her back,

Just waiting till it's time To make its attack.

Walking down a lonely road,

Finding her way back home,

She knows that someone's

watching her; that she is not alone.

Sitting in her bedroom,

Feeling something near to her,

She turns the music up to get away,

But feels it coming closer.

Knowing things unknown,

Seeing all the things unseen,

Sensing something stalking her, always there, it seems.

Running from the thing,
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She knows all too well
She desperately tries to get away,

in vain she tries to look for help.

Running from this shadow,

All her life, it's taunting her,

Never escaping its gaze,

All the time, it's haunting her.