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Privacy
My privacy is important
its too bad i have none
everytime i close one door
it seems to open back up
not knowing what is on the other side
i cower in a corner that is near
hiding what i can with my hands
crying my tears of violated life
my body is my own
why do i get such attention
stop looking at me!
i cant stand taht awful stare
that smirk on your face speaks for you
i know that look in your eyes
as they wander over my entire body
and your tongue dances behind your teeth
i dont want this anymore
i hate feeling so uncomfortable
can i every escape it?
will this feeling every end?
should i allow this to go on?
should i report my abuse?
or should i let it drive me crazy
it will be wherever i go
the staring, the smirks, the "compliments"
they will always hauntingly follow me
maybe if i completely disappear
they will just move on to something else beautiful
maybe they will not notice,
maybe they will forget i even existed
after all, i was only eye candy
like regular candy, it has to go away sometime
but if i stay and let this continue
i will keep wondering where the camera is hidden
or where the holes in my walls or ceiling are
or where the perverts are lerking in the darkness
its ok, i will live my whole life
at least knowing i am another beautiful soul
and that people want to get to know me
i guess i will have to let it happen, and let it go.
Tia Marie Thompson
