A Misunderstood Stalker's Poem Poem by Dillon Gay

Why do you turn me away?
On such a beautiful day
I write this poem with grief
Letting it out with such a relief

I dare that no one shall ever read this
But you sweet miss
As I slide it under your door
It shall not get dirty across the floor

You have exposed me to the media and world
In a corner, I have curled
I represent everything proper and civil
But still you treat me like the doppelganger of evil

I sit and watch your expression through your front door
I can't wait; I want more!
Don't come to the front; for your own safety you see!
Because I'm so afraid you will run way from me