I'm a creeper.
I listen intently but never join in.
I sit in the back so I don't miss anything.
I have a name but don't want you to know it.
I prefer you know little about me, let me figure you out first.
I'm trying to stop.
I want to join your conversation, instead of dropping eaves.
I would love to tell you my opinion, if only I had one.
I'm training myself.
I tell myself to remember: the color of your eyes, the look on your face, the way you duck your head or start to giggle and what causes you to do so.
I want to know everything about you.
Oh, and one more thing.
I see you,
In the back row, hood pulled up, smirking at what's happening three seats in front of you and two to the side.
How could I miss it?
You're a creeper.