Across the desk
Staring
I feel her eyes bore into my head
And I work on, ignoring her
Staring
When I am with my friends
She is there, in the corner
Sometimes listening
But always
Staring
What goes on behind those blue eyes?
Is she unravelling the secrets of the universe?
Why am I so fascinating to her?
Have I got chewing gum stukc in my hair?
Am I the only one that can see her?
Perhaps I am mad.
I don't know.
I never speak of her
She is just there,
Staring.
Maybe she is curious
Maybe she loves me...
She never makes a sound
I never see her move
But always she is there
Staring.
Is she my concience?
Or maybe she's just scared
Scared to speak and be thought a fool
Scared to act lest she break a rule
But then, aren't I too?
Perhaps one day we will speak
But till that day I will always be -
Wondering.
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