This is not my home,
I feel like I have come here
from somewhere else,
from a place beyond
anything we know.
I can feel the eyes of others
staring,
watching me,
watching my moves
as I go about
my own business.
It's kind of creepy,
the prying &
unwarranted stares.
Who are these people
& where do they come from?
This is not my home,
I am not from here
& they know it,
the nosey ones who stare,
who stare
& mind not
their own business.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
This is not my home,
I feel like I have come here
from somewhere else,
from a place beyond
anything we know.
I can feel the eyes of others
staring,
watching me,
watching my moves
as I go about
my own business.
It's kind of creepy,
the prying &
unwarranted stares.
Who are these people
& where do they come from?
This is not my home,
I am not from here
& they know it,
the nosey ones who stare,
who stare
& mind not
their own business.
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