Stalker

Stalker

A Poem by Jesse Pruett
"

I feel I'm being watched.

"

Somebody keeps peeking through my window

i'm tired of it, somebody has been watching me

I called the cops, they couldn't find anything

every time I dress I feel like there is a bird out there

I will often go outside, just to see, no one in site

its like there getting to me

i'll close my curtain, and even go into the bathroom

to change, with that little tiny window it has

I'll tell my family, they wont believe me

like I'm not cute anough for a stalker

that stalks me

but however

I still go through out my day

with worries on my mind

that you are watching me all the time

© 2015 Jesse Pruett


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Creepy, great window into what it's like to feel unsafe within the walls of your own home.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Cool write. Cops can't find it... Maybe it's a darn ghost. Lol. But hell, stalkers are no fun. Had a chill run down my back when reading this. Well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Very chilling... Dark windows at night...
Creeps me out. Good writing

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love the last three lines the most, it sent a shiver down my spine

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh yes, this was gracious for me.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Jesse Pruett
Jesse Pruett

In the cat, VA, U.S. Virgin Islands



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