Ever had that feeling,
that you're being watched,
eyes are stalking you,
something's gone and been botched
Something's gone horribly wrong,
if this amount of eyes are staring right at you,
you don't feel as if you belong,
yet suddenly you wake up
Find yourself asleep at the table,
the television on,
network T.V on cable,
you lift our head and rub your eyes
Thinking those eyes must have been nothing but lies.
Great piece of poetry Rowan. Not sure about the last line though. I'm sure you could come up with something that matches the atmosphere of the rest.
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