My stalker

She stares at me,

as i try to do my share.

Boring holes in my clothes,

with her relentless stare.

No where to escape,

is what she says,

as she pins me to the wall,

and chokes me for what feels like days.

She creeps up on me,

when I try to sleep.

And never leaves,

until I cry and fall asleep.

You may ask me,

Who is she?

And I’ll smile and say,

Loneliness it is, with her melancholic sea.