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I can't rest because you're there
 You're my stalker who knows me
 I know you watch me everywhere
 I wish you'd just leave me be

 I never asked for this attention
 Your presence gives me chills
 This causes me lot's of tension
 I now need to take lot's of pills

 What is it about me that you like
 Is it the way that I dress
 I'm really afraid when you'll strike
 My life now is an absolute mess

 I told the police you know
 They are watching my calls
 I have now reached a total low
 My life has now just stalled

 Do you like me to be scared
 Do you think this is fun
 I always have to be prepared
 I just pray soon you'll be done

 I pray to God that you'll leave
 I didn't ask for any of this
 Your presence makes me grieve
 This is really quite sick and not bliss

 Are you going to really hurt me
 I have nightmares all the time
 Please will you go away
 Stalking is a real crime

 Eventually you shall get caught
 You will go straight to jail
 Eventually we'll go to court
 Your presence will then be unveiled

- PART ONE -

This tale is a warning, about a vice and its woe,
Of the lesson I learnt, and the ones yet to know.

See, the end is unwritten, might be my final farewell,
To the good and the bad, to the heaven and hell.

But the tale should be told, and so I’ll commence,
I’ll be open and honest and try not cause offence.

The whole story started less than eighteen months ago,
With me overweight, out-of-shape and my self-esteem low.

I was awkward and sad but was so sick of my lot,
I’d work out to get thin; it was no novel plot.

But this time I did it. Lost the kilos: twenty-three,
An aesthetic success! But a shock lay waiting for me.

What I discovered to my horror, when the fat had all gone,
It wasn’t why I’d been unhappy, I’d been mistaken all along.

When you can’t blame the depression on the layers of fat.
Scapegoat’s gone, veil’s been lifted – now its time to face facts.

I had hated myself. For which, there’s no easy cure.
But I'd never have guessed what I was about to endure.


- PART TWO -

My grim realisation was not as clear as it is now
It’s taken time and reflection to solve the why and how

So superficial I was that the weight-loss pleased me,
My new body confidence brought me much glee.

It took a short step in learning that when building your self-worth up,
Needn't do it yourself, if others will do it - you're in luck.

The more notches you make, the more of them like you,
Each stamp of approval means you’re worth something too.

But this trick doesn’t work, it’s short shrift at best,
Such validation’s unstable and needs constant redress

All that matters in this system is that they want you,
No connection required, don't need your desire too.

Soon I became an object, a thing merely of which you approve,
Such validation is addictive, it begins to consume you.

This game is never over, the self-worth is never won,
For approval this fleeting, this shallow has soon gone.

Your entire self-worth crashes right down to the ground,
By one mild-mannered rejection, a snide comment or frown.

It soon left me quite hollow, couldn’t have liked myself less,
How could finding some comfort possibly worsen this mess?

But hand in hand with this issue - there's a darker reveal,
A vice with such danger, it barely seems real.


- PART THREE -

I sought solace in drugs, to liven my day,
It didn’t take long ‘til my life went astray.

In order to find out how this all came to be,
I’ll need you to understand 'her' grip over me.

So allow me to introduce a few "friends" of mine
If you greet them but once, then you’ll find them divine.

There’s Mandy and Katie, and the one just called "G",
And last but not least, is Tina you see.

The last one of these has a much darker side,
Deep down she’s evil, she'll eat you alive.

Or better yet still, she'll have you do it yourself,
You'll follow her whispers, and you’ll ruin your health.

At first you'll be fine and you'll tell yourself so,
But Tina works quickly, there's not long to go.

You’ll chomp and you’ll chew, you’ll pick and you’ll scratch
You’ll end up a shell, that’s Tina’s one catch.

Other than that she’s perfectly fine,
You’ll fall apart slowly, one piece at a time.

And then there’s the psychosis - well that’s just a treat,
When the shadows start watching you walk down the street.

I swear that that singer is writing songs about me,
Wait, what’s that you’re hiding? Don’t lie, I can see.

Still, there’s nothing quite like puffing clouds all the time,
Till five days, no sleep and I’ve started writing in rhyme.

Haven’t eaten for days, the fat’s no problem now,
My ribs start protruding, face is gaunt - but how?

I had the whole thing in hand, it was just once a week,
There’s just one final shard left, I can't help but freak

The story gets worse, believe you and me,
When Tina’s got hold there’s no getting free

The minute you try to stop smoking shard,
Full depression sets in and you crash way too hard.

If she can’t get you using then coming off it, she will,
"All the pain will soon stop" T whispers, "if you'd just pop that pill"

But the downers don’t work, Tina makes sure that’s a fact,
She’s not done with you yet, she'll first get you the sack.

You’ve got no money now, so you start helping her out,
You start selling her round ‘cause your fix was in doubt.

But look what you've done! You’ve passed her along,
You know what will happen and know full well it’s wrong.

But this was my fate, and so you will see,
There isn’t much left of a discernible me.

It’s too late for me now, too much of me's gone.
Nobody’s left here to save, if there ever was one.

But Wait! Hold up! Hang on just a sec…
It isn’t quite over, that bitch hasn't won yet.

I had forgotten that feeling, that desire to fight back,
The anger inside that builds you up to attack.

I’m starting to remember someone I used to be,
I was weak but tenacious; few others best me.

My resources are depleted and psychosis settled in,
It’s hard to stay sane when your mind's wearing thin.

It’s important that I know I'm not beaten yet,
Got some tricks up my sleeve, that bitch won't ever forget.


- PART FOUR -

Well, what happens next? I’m sure you’re dying to know
The middle is all done with, just the ending to go.

Now – don’t get frustrated but I just can’t tell you the rest,
I don’t know how it ends, I'm still living it - I confess.

Can't predict what will happen, perhaps there's one guess I can,
It won’t end with a fizzle. It will end with a bang.

Right now I’m alone, lost - no clear path in sight,
The state that I’m in, would give anyone a fright.

If all other attempts fail, then only one end is left,
Say it's the easy way out, you call me selfish to choose death.

Your ignorance is so telling, no need to say more,
I understand it all now, it's clear as crystal I am sure.

You’ll never quite get it, not sure you’ll ever quite see,
The pain that I’m feeling and the emptiness that fills me.

After all Tina's done, she hasn't take me whole,
She’s helped things along, granted - she’s taken her toll.

But cast your minds back...there were problems before,
All Tina has done, is to seize the prey at her door.


- PART FIVE -

I was lost before I met her and even before that,
Had not a shred of self-worth, not even a scrap.

It was taken from me, before I even knew,
I was made to believe that somehow I needed you.

Tried so hard to fit in, to obey all of the rules,
To alter myself so I'd be liked by you fools.

I eroded away at the person I could've been.
By tempering myself down, so the real me went unseen.

All of my focus, my time and energy were spent,
While playing the role that you wanted, the 'real me' just went.

When I finally stopped caring about your version of me,
There was nothing else left there, no person I could be.

So I died long ago, certainly anything that was worth saving.
You know that person isn't real, don't you? The one that you’re craving.

It was all a smart act, a ruse, a charade,
I played the part well, it was unwittingly hard.

The impersonation I laid on, worked more than it should,
Since it made all you like me more than I ever could.

So, how dare you remark callously on my final end?!
You've have said quite enough; my wounds cannot mend.

The blame must be pointed at one of us, three.
One must be the culprit but is it You, I or She?

I know on who I'd bet but let's not dwell on that,
Firing guilt at each other, won't take it all back.

Tina's portion of blame is but a catalyst's share, true
It's no fault of hers if the chair's kicked from under you.

It's funny that now is the time of all times, that I find
The root of the problem was not me and my mind.

No solution gleaned from this, can't go back to the past.
There’s only the future ahead and I’m not sure I’ll last.

I'm not giving up yet, I won’t just accept such a fate,
With some luck and some willing, I won’t have left it too late...