I don't like being watched.

every plan I try to maneuver I always have to endure the pain from the eyes watching me, my mind cannot take this

after some time, I might break down and cry from the pressure I am feeling please stop this stop staring at me

You think I can take this? I am disintegrating slowly, I feel like dying this very moment Just let the rope hang

would you still watch me as I circle around in the air with my gaze deadlocked at the unfinished work at the table;

would you still stare at my worn out body that once used to hide all the pressure that was felt inside;

will I still feel the pain of your eyes watching my every move as I slowly float above the chair I used to climb up to escape this life I cannot endure