Meddling
A little caper, tip-toeing through my head, peaking in doors unseen and unannounced Leaving footprints in the carpet just deep enough to be noticed She tries to leave a trail of misgivings and clues to my next downfall But she forgets she does not know the house she has trespassed Instead she follows her own blueprints, believing they must be the same Her tiny, unwanted gifts fall on deafened ears and get swept away I am wise now to my meddlers ways, no longer shaped and startled by her attacks Subtle is how she believes herself to be, stealthy and sly as she vandilizes my mind But the spotlight has been glowing for some time, and she is the one who cannot see My gates are closed, my guards on task, no longer an ignorant fool with doors unlocked She still creeps in the shadows, as I sit and laugh watching her peek around the corner She can't see me, but now I see her; just a child with a game that can't be won