I think they’re looking at me
Deep down into my existence
ripping my insides apart
They’re all staring
They’re all judging me
Is it my shirt?
Is it my hair?
Do I have something on my face?
Am I sitting too weirdly?
The brief feeling, tearing my core apart
My face feels like it’s boiling
I sense I’m about to bawl
They’re all judging me
through their stairs
I just know it
I just know they’re judging me
Love, Daphne
