You feel their always watching;
Like their always creeping.
Is it your paranoia;
Their rooms filled with propaganda.
Their telling you your imperfect;
They want you to follow the current.
They start by stalking you online;
For protection you pray to grandpas shrine.
You wanted to feel protected;
You wanna know why you wear selected.
Everything in your life is affected;
All the pain that was inflicted.
The eyes might hide your fear;
But you can never tell us what we hear.
~poddle54
