Another strange title,
Quite scary too?
But don't you worry,
No one's stalking you.

I'm not stalking you, Mother,
Not following you up the stairs.
Heaven may wait for me,
But my time is not yet.

But I came to thinking,
Since I follow my siblings:
Am I their stalker,
Keeping track of their feelings?

I watch over them,
Almost all the time.
Does that make me evil?
Does that make it a crime?

I follow where they tread
To catch them if they fall.
Does that mean I'm a stalker?
Does it mean anything at all?