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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