Eyes.

I hate being looked at

Every time I go out

I can always feel them on me

Eyes

eyes

eyes

eyes

eyes

Always on me

I try to shake them off but I know they’re watching me

Mocking me

Planning something evil towards me

I love going outside

But I hate their eyes

I can’t go blind

Because I can feel their gazes

All the time

Don’t they see

The hurt in my eyes

No

Of course not

Their thoughts are too sinful

Devioded of light

I love living by the sea

And I love nature dearly

But I hate their eyes

They make me feel weak and dreary

~a sleepy ghost~

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