They see me

The World of Momus

They see me,
they always see me,
with or without eyes,
they see me,
and when they do,
they see right through me.

I wish to escape,
and hide away,
in a secluded corner,
where they will not be,
but they gaze follows me,
to the depths of hell
and the heights of heaven.

A whisper,
I hear a whisper in my ears,
faint but clear,
elevating me from my despair,
stop caring,
and you can hide,
in plain sight,
controlling all their sight.

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