Critique Poem by Christine K. Trease

Everyone is watching me
and they can see what I don't want seen.
Mirrored eyes run through my soul
and tell a tale I don't want told.
Each and every step I take
meets with eyes that see mistake.
Every movement, day and night,
is constantly within their sight.
Why do they not give me pause
from their assessing all my flaws?
Each word I speak, each thought I've known,
each breath I take is not my own.
Hounding me relentlessly,
every little flaw in me
is seen by those who make me bear;
I do not know why I should care.
Alas 'tis so my hapless lot,
is to see through their eyes what I see not.