cause you're a creep

Creeps are everywhere. They come up to you in the laundry room, walk by your apartment, e-mail you about what drugs they are on. They even try and confess their undying love to you when they themselves are dead inside. Reality takes us for granite. We are scared and there are no other words to describe it. The chills that run up the back of your neck when you know someone is looking always makes the heart race. The whistle of someone's shallow breath walking slowly behind you makes you grip your phone in your pocket harder. Every familiar place you call you own they share with you.