A little paranoia never hurt anyone.

I feel a gaze upon me..

always lurking.. always hovering.

hiding 'round corners.. creeping and crawling.

there's no time to tell my story.. cuz it's already known.

I see when I'm watched..

My tales are told.. and then it's read

and maybe then it's read again

and checking up is becoming a common practice...

I don't know how else to divulge

pure ramblings of my scattered mind

cuz who knows how it will be taken

as it's read. and it's so quiet. and then it's read again.

I see how easy it is to hide..

I know how clever some kinds may be..

And although I put it out for all to see...

I feel betrayed when they see it all..

Cuz I can't quite see the same in return

and I will not search and I will not prowl

I just want upfront. Nothing hidden well

Think I'll keep my thoughts from here on, to myself.........................