Intrusion
Prying eyes on a peeping screen
Shouting curses in between
Minding someone behind closed doors
Eyes on the ceilings and the floors
Making one's life an open book
Just like a ticket for a look
Intrusive eyes find a way to ride
While someone finds a way to hide
Making a logbook for one's mistakes
While cold hearts bet for the highest stakes
Why must one endure the pain
Of being a puppet for a gain?
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