Antisocial personalities
Create their own forest
Around their delusions
It is a forest
Of fortress proportions
They never do leave
This constructed space
They place their entirety
Within its perimeters
They add other people
To their collections
To fulfill their needs
Inside this place
Stalkers are antisocial
Victims are remodeled
Into the desired form
Within this realm
This convoluted space
Every image reproduced
Never does escape.
By Lady Lost
Copyright � 2002
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**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
**This poem was written after an expert gave a similar analogy regarding stalkers.
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