I can hear them, don’t tell me that I can’t
I feel their eyes and their breathy pant
I know they’re watching me, I do
If I can feel it why can’t you?
Do you think it’s madness that I can
You look with sadness when I rant
I feel them watching me right now
I wish that I could show you how
It feels to permanently be on edge
Feeling constant warnings of my death.
Facebook: P O E M S by HazelUrquhart
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