They look at me
And I feel small
I worry
About how I look
And how I act
Their eyes
Always act
As my judge
Even when they
Don't notice
I wish
That I had the strength
The belief
To not become
Just another slave
To the eyes
YOU ARE READING
Me, Myself, and Everybody Else
PoesíaIt's just poetry. How much description can it need?
