Stalker poem

I’ll admit that what I feel could be obsession,
But what I feel for you, it’s hardly the question.
I stay up late just to watch you sleep.
You must think I’m some kind of freak.
But I know I am super creepy.
I always follow after you, ohh so briskly!
And I even collect your hair.
You know that feeling like someone’s watching, when no one’s there…?
I admit I’m slightly deranged!
Some people think I’m even strange.
You’re just so perfect in every single way…
I final finished that shrine of you, that I made.
The funny thing is you’re not even afraid!
You have no clue, so how can you care?
You don’t even know when I’m there.
Your shrine wasn’t enough, so I made doll.
I wonder if you’ll ever notice I peek at you through your wall…
Is this what it’s like to be insane?
OK, I’ll admit I’m deranged.
It’s just I love you….want you….
In every single way.
You’re my goddess, you don't understand!
One of my past times is digging through your garbage can.
I guess I’m the only one that thinks this was meant to be.
Because you’ve never even uttered one word to me…..