My Mind's Eye

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.


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