What are you looking at…!
Why are they staring at me glaring with ridicule in their eye’s like they despise what I am depressing me into a mind state of mistakes.
Deep breathes taken, inner piece shaken, shaking the sands of confidence because of this-
“THEY KEEP STARING”;
Intensely inspecting the hidden depths of my insecurities,
“Will the jury please Rise!”.
I see the judgement in their eye’s peering through my mask of turmoil and shame,
“WHO else is there to Blame…!”
They say as they stare.
“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT…” ,
I scream back, feeling the effects of this dream realizing
are the decisions that brought the unwanted pain spilling poison, blame, and guilt leaving the residue of,
“why didn’t I just _____…!”
I think again when I stare at my accuser’s realizing the lessons They provided took me on a journey of discovery
Turning the key to release the damaged reflection of He who dared to glare into his own soul to judge a raging fire
On a quest to feverishly fan to flame the Passions of old–