Paranoia

Too many eyes

Too many tongues

Too many heads this way turn

Too many secrets

And many lies

Why do their stares burn?

What’s the problem?

What have I done?

Why do their eyes burn me like the sun?

Why do they whisper and play these games?

And who are they?

What are their names?

Too many questions

None have revealed

How can I hide?

How can I shield?

What do they want?

What do they know?

Why are they doing this?

I want to know!

The eyes talk

But not a lot

Why am I burned?  Why are their eyes hot?

Too much mystery

Too many clouds

Some voices are quiet

And others loud

Some drive me mad

Some make me sad

But ultimately why do they look so bad?

What do they see when they look at me?

It is all such a big dark mystery…

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