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