I softly go about my business yet look up at
the surface to see
Those million belittling eyes staring back at
me
They cruelly deride,they strive to find a
mistake
Regardless of whatever I choose to undertake
I struggle to shun myself in this castle of
glass
To attain shelter from those eyes seeming so
crass
But these glass walls conceal nothing, and all
does penetrate
Enter those heartless notions seeking to
obliterate;
I must hide where no one shall find me but they
are everywhere
Looking for a hiding ground I know not where
Solace cannot be found against an omnipresent
adversary
Defeat is near yet I try to search for the
contrary
Given up has my body in its cumbersome exertion
to rise
Fallen have I at the feet of those million eyes
I feel dead, for I am a feeble man putting up a
face so brave
Lost the will to persevere knowing that peace
must lie in my grave
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