Eyes they’re the reason everyone dies they stare and glare chills running down my spine Anxiety as I say I’m fine but I’m shaking inside dying. Dying like I’m dying my hair doing something because I don’t care I notice their stares judging every movement I’m not their doll or a wall they treat me like an animal it’s a snake slithering away from danger perhaps maybe they think I’m cake sweet and easy to crack open they’re all just snakes.
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Kris.V (Pseudonym) (
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Interesting it left a feeling of being rejected and even being laid for and subject to attack. Interesting rhymes
A sense of being cornered and the fear of knowing what might be coming , a strong feeling of panic and anger in the right, hope all is ok, nicely expressed and written
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