Stalker

Everyday I turn around and there he is, following me, mocking me, duplicating my every move. I turn to him and shout "Leave me alone, stop following me." But he pays no mind to me. The only time I seem to break free from his torment is in the darkness of night. I pray for the night, but once the daylight returns he also returns following me so close it's like his footsteps are one with mine. When I turn to him and beg him to leave me at once, but he says nothing. He acts as if he is unaware of my presence. When I try to tell that I am being followed they look at me as if I were crazy. I know that I am not crazy. I see him following me day after day. Though I can not hear his footsteps I know he is there. I can see him out of the corner of my eye, and though he does not speak to me I can feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck as he follows me. Many times I haved tried to disguise myself so he would not recognize me, but it is to no prevail, I turn around and he is there. No matter what I do he is there mocking me, mimicking my every move, haunting me soul, never giving me a moment of solitude. He shares everything of mine. My life, my soul, t he air I breathe and even my name, for he is my shadow and he will haunt me to the day I die.