Eyes
They are everywhere
Watching, waiting for a slip-up
Waiting to criticize you for
everything you do.
There it is again! That feeling
of eyes on you.
You turn and search for the eyes
But they aren't there.
You can't see them, but you feel them
They WON'T. GO. AWAY.
They've always been there.
Maybe you can ignore them
But it's hard.
They are everywhere.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world