HYPERSENSITIVE

The Glance - strike one 
The 360-Turn & Stare - strike two 
The Follow-My-Every-Move - strike three 

Wherever I looked, he was in view 
It’s okay, I’m in a public place, I’ll be safe 
But do they even care? Or will they simply join him to stare? 

He was old enough to be my grandfather 
But he looked at me as though he planned to father my child 
He looked at me, with a tilted head like he was trying to examine my features
His modern day Mona Lisa 
But why me? When I was standing in a sea of beauty 

The Altare della Patria just to the left of me 
The Trevi not too far away 
Yet he chose to stay 
I prayed I wouldn’t become his prey 
I prayed his eyes wouldn’t stay 
Follow me onto the bus 
Because that would be a race 
I wasn’t ready nor protected enough to face

My bus finally arrived
I got on 
I checked every section 
He was gone 

                                                                     Three Strikes - thank God I was out!