You get stuff you don’t deserve,
friends, family, they all love you,
but I know the truth.

It isn’t what you think, I’m harmless.

I’ve seen the way you skulk around,
looking at those children,
you’re a monster!

I have to look at them, nobody else will. Who’s going to protect them?

I think you know the answer:
Their parents can do that.
They will protect them.

They can’t. I’m the only one.

How arrogant are you?
Do you really think I’ll let you near them?
I can snuff you out in seconds.

How? Nobody knows about you.

They may not know about me,
but they know I’m here.
Always here.

Now who’s the creepy one?

It may seem creepy,
but I’m part of you.
You can’t escape me.

What can you do?

As the pervert crossed the room, about to molest his helpless, sleeping victim, he doubled in pain. The parents had no idea the pervert was in their house. He’d sneaked in during the day, posing as an exterminator. He’d been watching them closely for months, waiting for his opportunity. The parents found him keeled over, dead, in the morning. The coroner said it was a heart attack. It later emerged that he was a known pervert.

This is a work of fiction, but beware, it could be real.