The Stalker Poem

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Stalker, oh stalker, lurking in the dark,
Hiding in the shadows, leaving your mark,
Watching from a distance, with eyes that gleam,
Stalking in the shadows, a haunting dream.
You follow me silently, every step I take,
In the alleys and the corners, you lie in wait,
Your presence sends shivers down my spine,
Your fixation on me, I cannot define.
You know my routines, my schedule, my ways,
You invade my privacy, night and day,
Your obsession grows, it's beyond control,
Your stalking behavior takes its toll.
I see your footprints, your lingering trace,
Your twisted admiration, a dark embrace,
But I won't be your prey, your victim, your prize,
I'll break free from your sinister guise.
I'll face my fear, I'll stand up tall,
I'll call for help, I'll expose it all,
For stalking is a crime, a twisted game,
And I won't be silenced, I'll break your claim.
So listen closely, stalker dear,
Your reign of terror ends right here,
I'll fight, I'll scream, I'll find my voice,
And put an end to your stalking choice.
So beware, stalker, I'm taking a stand,
I won't be cowered by your sleight of hand,
For I have the strength, the will, the fight,
To reclaim my life, in broad daylight.