Sick Pigs

June 8, 2011
They’re staring
I can feel it on my back
Sending chills up my spine and to my neck
Eating at my insides
I feel nauseous

They’re staring
Looking at everything that doesn’t define me
No matter where I go
Their eyes will find me

They’re staring
Grim smiles stretched across their ugly faces;
Taking it all in, fixing it into their ill fantasies
Degrading me.

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