It looks as if someone is following me

I turned to look but no one can I see

Something is there, this I know

Right beside me everywhere I go

Why doesn’t it speak? Why doesn’t it talk?

Why does it move every time I walk?

I take one step then I take two

Oh no, look, there is one following you!

Poetry Written by Emmely Byrd @1998

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