Followed

I feel followed

<whispered: No, I won't look back>...I feel stalked

I wonder if I'm right

Will I be the prey tonight?

Is there someone walking behind me?

Creeping so softly, <whispered: Don't look back>...so I can't see

My palms clenched and my heart trembles

My eyes are glossy, fearing what this resembles

A scary movie, a victim's autobiography

I get home, my fingers fumble for the key

I say to myself: <whispered: 30 seconds could give it a chance>

I have 30 seconds that can make a difference

Get in the door, lock it, <whispered: one lock...two...three> they click

Close the curtain, put the lights on, that'll do the trick

The doorbell rings, I reach for my bat

Ready for action, ready for combat

I open the door just enough to see who

It slams open with a big "BOO"

From a friend that nearly gave me a heart attack

And in reply she says smirkily "There...now, I got you back"

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