Dear stalker, paparazzi, wannabe journalist

You never know who is watching lurking around a corner
ready to take a glimpse into your life
for their own satisfaction
DEAR STALKER, PAPARAZZI, WANNABE JOURNALIST GET A LIFE STOP TALKING ABOUT MINE

I never invited you into my life so why do you believe you know so much about it
People come into your life just to write a book
They gather false information and call it true

I'm glad that you try to create entertainment as I live my life
However those brutal lies have nothing to do with my journey
But your infatuation with my life gives me the push I need to succeed
You see people like you encourage me to move beyond Brooklyn
To move beyond Oswego
As you write your fictional story
I will bow knowing that my life was so pleasurable that someone had to create
lies in order to get to know me