Sometimes I think someone is watching me
Not God nor savior
Not devil nor angel
Maybe it's me
Watching from the depths of my soul
Knows the lies I've told
The fake I've uphold
There's a hidden camera in the corner of my eyes
It's not God nor savior
Not devil nor angel
Knows reasons I lied
There's a hidden camera in the corner of my eyes
It knows the truths in my words
The fight in my hurt
There's a hidden camera inside my heart
It keeps me in the know
YOU ARE READING
Under The Sycamore
PoetryJust my thoughts put to words. If you do read this, check out woman(poem)
