Always Eyes

It’s the blurs seen in the corner of eye
that leaves the cringing feeling someone was there
only long enough to spy out your privacy,
then comes stabbing sense they are still looking,
carefully keeping tract of every flaw,
which they report to others in distorted facts.

At night it only gets more intense
for the darkness can hide so much
as the mind wanders to that fun house of screams
because only evil lurks with such gazes,
never does goodness to offer help.
Something incredibly wicked is observing
will they carry their plots to a murderous end,
but do it in a butcher’s pride of slaughter
to make a nightmare of the terror they cause?

The head spins from the anxiety and fears
for you can’t hold onto a single fact
so personal and intimate,
which won’t be discovered by their prowess,
slowly eroding away any confidence
you can preserve any part of life
without someone knowing its details.

What digs at the guts is the silence,
those unspoken words trapped behind a stare,
inside you just know
they are hiding what was told to them
by the one’s who have been watching.

How long before this feeling
of living in a fish bowl
bleeds away any remaining sanity?
When it happens will they stop prying,
stop raping my life of what is confidential?
Or will it be another case
where to maintain harmony
my fate will be as a missing person?

Living with that tension
always causes such stress
for you can’t fight what is invisible
merely find a way to get rid of those
you suspect of being their minions.