All eyes on me as I stare at the ground
I try to avoid them, but they stay glued to my back.
Eyes, eyes, eyes, make no sound.
They claw at my soul, daring me to speak, to breathe
But I am meek.
I hide inside my head where everything is safe
Where nobody can see what’s really on my mind.
I try to lose the crowd, the shadows, the smirks
The whispers, the slithery snakes that I call peers.
I’m barely surviving, I’m better off dead
I’m drowning, bubbles flowing up, up, up
Until they stop
And I sink like my heart.
My spirit is broken
My mind just a casket for my soul.