Eyes following your every move
Waiting in every corner you go
Supposing to be friendly, kind
But having an overtone of creepy
How does one evade the gaze
That sneaks up and moves in on you
As if there were some reason
To be in your way, saying, “hello,”
Not having a reason, as you believe
The bit of disconcerting presence
That suggests that you be fearful
What? Why? Who is this stranger
That takes and makes such confusion
But the hands don’t tremble
The heart refuses to beat faster
And, perhaps, there is a wee bit of anger
Flooding through the mind today
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