They Keep Coming for Me

Why am I here? How did I get here? Why did this happen to me? Didn’t you know I would tell? The truth is out. You stalked me. You watched me. You lied about me. Why? You don’t like me? Or you like me too much now that the truth is out? Are you still going to hide from it? And why didn’t Congress or the White House do something? Don’t they know you lied and fabricated my truth with lies? They know you are dangerous like a scorned woman that terrorized me and my family. You keep coming for me–state to state, street to street, place to place and, believe it or not, store to store. I sit and think, who am I that you keep coming for me?