Ripples of Thought

Constantly watched
Constantly gazed at
Always under big brother's eye,
Being stared at
Ever so closely
All the way up
Until I die.

Relentless upheaval
Of my inner emotions
A constant beret of evil glares,
I just can't figure why
They tear me apart inside
This lunatic array of stares.

~ by Jonathan Cockrum on Tuesday, October 2, 2007.