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Every room is empty And every seat is bare There's no-one home I'm here alone Yet still I feel the stares It follows me into my home When I sleep I'm not alone I shrug it off but it won't get lost It's with me when I roam The feeling of being watched It gives me paranoia I twist and turn, I feel the burn Around my neck it coils This weight on my shoulders Combined with this glare Buck and roll, duck and dodge It's with me everywhere I go
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Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
Not Alone
Every room is empty And every seat is bare There's no-one home I'm here alone Yet still I feel the stares It follows me into my home When I sleep I'm not alone I shrug it off but it won't get lost It's with me when I roam The feeling of being watched It gives me paranoia I twist and turn, I feel the burn Around my neck it coils This weight on my shoulders Combined with this glare Buck and roll, duck and dodge It's with me everywhere I go
the glares of society and the weight of the pain I get... it burdens me so
#hate#burn#feeling#follow#stare#watched#glare#burden#stalk#coil
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26/Trans Female
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
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