Stalker

Am I lost of words to utter –

That I’m muted when you are near?

The sight of you makes me quiver,

And to approach you I have fear.

Am I lost of any other place to go –

That I only go to where I would see you?

I know most of the things you do,

And wish that I’m part of it too.

Am I already trapped in your world –

That it seems hard for me to avoid?

Tagging along and I still get hold,

Of the foolish ways that I can’t moved.

Am I insane or a love addict –

That not seeing you I seem feel sick?

But upon seeing you I’m so quick,

And by your side I wish I could stick.

The actuations I can’t comprehend,

The weird feeling so hard to pretend.

When will I have the fortitude –

To get out from this attitude?