I have a stalker.
He's a short, white male with dark brown eyes and a high pitched voice.
And he's obsessed.
I go to bed. There he is.
I wake up. There he is.
He follows me from place to place, and I can hear him crying when he can't get to me.
He's been to jail, but upon release, he just tracks me down like nothing ever happened.
I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't move without his beady eyes on me.