The heat on your face
from angles unknown
through glass not your own
seeing the outside
looking inside
finding something new
no choice to hide
nowhere to go
what do they see
you will never know
as you are being watched
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
The heat on your face
from angles unknown
through glass not your own
seeing the outside
looking inside
finding something new
no choice to hide
nowhere to go
what do they see
you will never know
as you are being watched
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
Stine Writing 
Now I feel a little paranoid!
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Hahaha! I wrote that when my dog was staring at me and just wouldn’t look away…he always does that
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