Why are they staring at me piercing me with their knowing eyes?
What do they want from me? Their stares are planning my despise.
They stand their glaring at me even though they look right through me.
Like Im a circus clown waiting to either laugh or boo me.
Im like a mannequin they think they can change m ehowever they want.
Their gaze is tearing through me and for yrs their there to haunt.

They keep watching me.
Grinning as if they really know me.
Which they dont.
Which they wont.
No one does, including me.


They stay and criticize and critique my every single move.
Their expecting smiles as if ive got something to prove.
im just a show, an act, a piece of flesh.
they grins and eyes together start to mesh.
They gasp in shock when they see im screaming and cursin'
it funny how they say im real, yet they dont see me as a real person.

They Keep watching me.
Grinning as if they really know me.
which they dont.
which they wont.
No one does, including me.

I'm non-existant, fading to black, invisible beyond the stares.
Beyond the crowd of eyes, I'm someone that no one really cares.
Turning inside out, the flaws are opend up for all,
inside the dead will make me crash and fall.

They keep watching me.
Grinning as if they really know me.
Which they dont.
which they wont.
No one does, including me