To All My Stalkers With Love

I Like when People Stalk Me.. When I know The Names Of the Stalkers... In My Hidden Notifications... And When They Wonder.. What The Hell I Am Up To These Few Days.. Trying To Gather Bits And Pieces.. Of My Past And My Life Story.. I Am Glad.. I Am The Talk Of TheTown.. And I Remember Mamma Used to say... Girl.. One Day You Are Going To Be famous.. Staked and slanged.. cursed... And hurt.. Will want to see you lifeless.. And They will all do the worst.. Even Hiding Behind There So called Religion.. Culture and Fame.. And Becoming Gods.. To Judge Others When There Skeltons Of There Past Still Breathing In Side The closet. Like Cowards Hiding Behind There Own Shadows.. I Asked Her.. Whats The Punishment They Deserve.. For everything They Are Doing To Me..Then My Mamma Whispers.. Let The Karama Deal With It.. Karama is a who Have No Mercy.. And Be sure Karama Slpas Them Heard.. And All You got to do Just Sit And watch.. So Please Be My Guest.. Watch Me Live.. My Life The Way I wish.. And This Is Me.. Right Now My every Move Have Befome Your Priority.. Please Be My Guest.. And Thank You For Your Precious Time.. I Truly Appreciate It.. Sorry I couldn't Write The Thank You Note.. For I Became Sick As per Your Deepest Wish.. But You Are Always Welcome To dig.. Dig Deeper As you Wish... Collect All My Dirt Every bit of my dirt.. And Why Dont You.. Roll It Up And Shove It Up Your....? And Ask Your Self.. IS it Enough Or You Want More?? Dilu D Wijegunasekara