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Staring Into Me
Staring into me
I see you staring into me.
I wish my eyes were window free.
Glaring in, seeing past my face
behind these eyes, a whole new place.
Instead I'm stuck here eyes wide open,
with every tear, one less token.
I can't stand you staring into me.
I feel so nude and revealing.
You vacuum up my shatter pieces,
dissect, diagnose, digest my reasons.
Missing parts of me you finger.
Sharp to touch the memories linger.
I turn my head to change your gaze.
You'd be distraught inside my maze.
My eyes blue are water clear,
and the lungs that hold my heart sheer.
Why look in and try to feel,
just listen in and hear what's real.
When my eyes smile, it's love inside.
The love of hope I must confide.
I'd wear glasses to block your view,
because I'm ill of been seen through.
Instead our eyes will not connect,
my head down and not erect.
I suffocate as you stare into me.
You desecrate to my anxiety.