why is it that we can feel
people\'s eyes as they look
at us? is it our fear that
they may observe long enough
to see everything concealed
beneath the curtains we display?
why can we feel it as though
it passes fiercely through our bones?
a burning sensation it is,
like freezing water melting
your smooth skin and
exposing your wretched heart as it
slowly ceases to beat.
can they see my thoughts as
they race through my veins,
leaving holes everywhere and
causing them eternal scars?
can they see the stains
of the muddy river that flows
from my eyes down to the floor,
and finally drowning us all?
maybe i should close my eyes,
for it may finally hide the war inside me,
or perhaps everything, or nothing at all.