The Eyes
The eyes constantly watch me,
Digging into my flesh like razors,
Judging every move I make,
Every letter my pen writes,
Glaring into my soul with contempt,
They despise me,
Yet every opinion they have of me hurts as if I loved them once,
I reminisce of days when the eyes did not consider me so abhorrent,
When I did love them,
But those days are over,
The eyes are watching me almost always,
I simply hope the eyes do not find this,
Another way to ridicule me,
I hope you are not the eyes
But I know you are.
I wrote this one at a point in my life when I was rather self conscious about myself and my poetry. It's also about how judging people are, even sub consciously. Well, I hope you enjoy it!
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