impersonating sanity

There is this guy that follows me... I see him everywhere. Should I turn my back on him, then at the front I’ll find him there. I really wish he’d go away. I can’t stand the sight of him. So far it seems he’s here to stay. Madness is setting in. I saw him in a window (That I was passing by.) next to a rigid manequin, before letting out a cry. It’s getting worse now every day. I’ve seen him in my spoon. I bought a gun to make him pay... won’t be seeing him again soon.