Trapped in the eye of a huge lens towering over me watching my movements, studying my behavior.
The eyes on my peers are always present watching as I speak widen when i'm weak like some sort of freak.
But I'm no freak, at least I don't think so The weight of my insecurities gets heavier the more I grow as well as the more people I know.
The monumental stride to lift my ego to the sky can be hoisted by no guy, but a special woman that can take my hand to a land far away from the eye.
That's when I accept the eye don't even seem to notice it anymore. On occasion I see the glance at me and I can't help but smile because I'm free. Free from judgement, Free from Insecurity. A place where I'm finally happy