Burning Sensation
Everywhere I go I feel like people are watching me
I can I hear their murmuring
And I can feel their constant glances
why are they staring at me? I immediately ponder
their cold eyes pierce me like thousands lances
Do they know me?
Do they know of my past?
Ah.
I remember this feeling
I’m being judged once again
I thought that last month’s incident
would be the last
No one ever sees me for who I am?
why should I strive to be something more
than what society has branded me as
When in the world’s every present eyes
the past is all I ever be
Whenever I look in the mirror
I see a frail and hollow person
who constantly haunted by their past decisions?
How could I have been so rash
now my situations out of my control
A long time ago I heard that there was someone
who’d never judge me based what I’ve done
someone who’d love me unconditionally
And call me his own
But I’ve been burned so much I’m afraid .
what will happen after I take my first few steps
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