Their laser stare severs the skin that holds me from falling apart
And I am sinking into a mess of non existent
Where I am some alienated flesh and my mind is no longer safe for another glance.
They do not shoot me daggers but compassion
And never before has every single molecule in this prison felt so distant.
I stare so hard at the floor through this watery barrier
That I could laugh hysterically at what this has come to.
Over thinking is a screaming echo
Which hollows out my living carcass.
Eyes on me,
Black pupils,
Blue, brown, green, grey; I cannot differentiate because I cannot meet such empathetic acknowledgements.
Eyes on me and I can't deny it and neither can you.
-by holly boyd
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