I Know

Hello xxxx,

I know you can feel my eyes on you, my never-wavering eyes staring into the back of your head. When you are alone in your home, or while you lay awake in bed, desperately trying to fall asleep, you can sense me. However, you brush it off as a trick of the mind. I know you do this; everyone does.

I know I make you uncomfortable sometimes, like you’re walking around naked. When you fuck up, I watch in judgment. When you show a sign of weakness, I pay very close attention, making a mental note for when the moment comes.

Your skin crawls, and paranoia fills your mind while dread weighs your stomach down. I know you can feel me creeping up behind you, and you carefully look over your shoulder, just in case.

Sometimes, you’re sure there’s something there, right there in that dark corner. I’m hidden in those
shadows, waiting for the moment when you call yourself stupid and don’t turn back to catch me.

You’re stupid to think I’m just a trick of the mind.

You won’t be thinking that when you wake up to my face tonight.

I'll be seeing you,
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