paranoia.
eyes,staring
all at me.
people,
whispering
all about me.
what i've done,
what i haven't,
what i should,
what should i?
look around,
they turn around.
smile as they do,
laugh as they pass.
pathetic.
eyes,
staring at the whispers.
ears,
looking at the sound.
head down.
low profile,
not here,
dark colours,
melt into gloom,
keep away.
whispers.
stares.
scared of people,
sacred to themselves.
scared or sacred to me?
scarred from whispers and stares.
paranoia.
Poetry by TigerEyes
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Written on 2009-10-18 at 14:29
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