Here's a strange question
Do you ever feel as though
You're being watched?
And how would you ever know
I get that feeling all of the time
Hearing my own words repeated
Exactly-not like though the grapevine
Knowing they can't be deleted
I try not to speak of things
I don't want others to hear
Because they shouldn't be said
If they'll bring someone to tear.
People telling me things I've done
Or even what I was wearing
Hell, I've even been told little things
Like when I was swearing
God please forgive me
If you don't like what I do
Please just give me a sign
'Cause I try but can't hear you
I always feel self-conscience
Even when I'm all alone
Like someone's listening constantly
Even while whispering on the phone
09/24/2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Angelique', it's all in the mind you know. Cheers