Mental Health Poetry
The Walls Have Eyes
a poem about the simultaneous desire to be seen and unseen
Published in
Jan 22, 2023
suddenly I felt as though the walls had hundreds of eyes,
staring at me,
just me.
I wasn’t doing anything wrong I suppose,
maybe it was my insecurities,
or maybe i wanted to be seen.
maybe deep inside i wanted my insecurities to have meaning,
i — wanted to have meaning.
because the sun was busy shining and
the moon was busy socializing with all the stars.
so even if I gained passing recognition
from the eyes of stone that could not speak,
I was satisfied with the silent words.
