Watching You Watching Me
by
Gwendolen
t
is my watch and yet I can feel your eyes on me. Watching me.
Studying me. Judging me?
Your eyes strip me down to the very essence of my soul and I fear you can see behind all the masks I wear. See the need for leadership and strength. See the tiredness and hopelessness I feel. See the desire I can barely admit to myself.
One look and you will know. One look and I will betray myself. It is my watch and yet I dare not to watch you. You could see too much.
