A Million Eyes (A Poem)

A million eyes

Stare down

Dim and sharp;

Only I notice

And point up,

Bewildered.

“Behold! Look up!”

The Crowd

It stirs

Necks bent

Heads down.

My shouts go

Unnoticed

Even when the

Eyes grow hands,

Grow claws.

Eyes narrow,

Eyes glow

And burn my skin.

Shadow my face;

The eyes endless

A million

Focused on me

But only I

Can see.

They label

Me crazy

And tell me

To ignore

The eyes that

Judge

The eyes that

Ridicule

The eyes that

belittle

My every move

Until I am

Paralyzed

And defeated.

And they call

Me crazy

And continue

Onwards

Blocking out

A million eyes.

Copyright 2014 by Erin M. Truesdale