Why does this creep keep following me around?
I can't get rid of him, my heart begins to pound.
I walk faster and faster and yet he doesn't go away.
Why did I walk today?
He's closer now.
I've got to get away somehow.
He's got me.
How do I get him off me?
I'm dead.
I wish I was home in bed.
good poem but at the end how it goez....I'm dead.
I wish I was home in bed........mabey u could change it to...im dead, i wish i had stayed home in bed...good writeing, im gonna read another, and comment on itl...please in ur spare time, read and comment on some of mine, thanx, lata