The Insecure
I can fell it in my bones
Piercing me like stones
Watching my every step
Is this your trap
Is this the end
Is this how its set
Just like a caged bird
Kept as a pet
I started off slow but ended up fast
Somehow I know he's having a blast
Who will save me?
who will help?
Its not pain I feel, so why do I yelp
Is it a stalker, is it a stalker
I asked myself turning around
No, not at all
Just another stray following me around
Copyright © Danna Jordan | Year Posted 2015
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