Looking back. You're looking back on me.
Keep your silence, even in the night.
Flawless, under scrutiny and light.
Clawing and scratching your way to the center of them . .
while you're
looking down, you're looking down on me!
I keep denying, do not wish to see . .
that you're looking back,
Don't assume affection comes for free.
You're second-guessing, slowly killing me
Breaking and bruising my very deepest dreams.
yet you're
taking over, taking over me.
Slowly inspiring
inevitable mutiny.
(2012)
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