I feel you preparing for another attack on my being
It’s been constant for a while now, even though there are times when you play...Dead
Bidding your time, waiting for me to doze off into a comfortable slumber
So I live again, going about my normal activity, allowing my wounds to heal
Slowly, they fade back into the forgetful sections of my biological stadium
You know those seats where one would need binoculars to peep your every action
Like a distant spectator, remembering the time when they use to have front row seat access
Heckling, irritating and rudely interrupting your life performances
Because even a hater fan is still....A Fan
Except this one is constant and Extremely Fanatical
The kind that needs to know all of your activities in order to exist
So they go through your trash, or sit in your toilet bowl waiting to get a stool sample
Hiding behind bushes, trees and lamp post, while you walk down the street
Sniffing your farts and burps in order to find out exactly what kind of foods you eat
Knowing that you are their “Complete” and without you they’re “Incomplete”
A Soul searching, while slithering in skin that sheds due to its belly crawling nature
And will never know its own real worth, because it speaks with the forked tongue of a hater...