• A thousand eyes glare at me
    I try to ignore them.
    Their gaze pierces through me like a dagger,
    And the new wounds feel like fire.
    They have found my imperfection,
    And they attack my weakness like a pack of wolves.
    They've torn me to shreads and left me,
    No one there to help me pull myself together.
    I lay alone in the cold frozen land,
    Only to remember,
    The glare of the people whom i used to call friends.