Shy
Eyes.
I can see them.
I can sense them.
And they look at me,
And they inspect me,
And suddenly
I’m different.
I feel my legs begin to shake.
I want to stop.
I want to hide.
But I keep walking.
Keep walking, keep walking…
And try to forget the eyes.
I can’t.
There are too many.
And they see me.
And they look at me.
And I feel so big,
So awkwardly big,
Every feature enhanced,
Every flaw made large.
They know.
They know my discomfort.
They see the heat that floods my face,
They see my trembling hands.
Why?
Why do I care?
They mean me no harm.
So why?
Why so afraid?
Keep walking.
Keep walking, keep walking…
I’m not invisible.
Keep walking…
I can’t escape.
Keep walking…
I just have to keep walking.
Keep walking, keep walking…
Keep walking day by day,
And perhaps,
If I keep walking,
The eyes will go away.
Please…
Let the eyes go away…
