Voyeurism

Somebody's watching me

That's how it has been lately

I feel it every second

Just so now and then

The walls,floors or the sink

I can see those eyes wink

I seem trapped

Literally wrapped

They make me crib

In fear down deep

Can I survive?

Till these inmates thrive

How long will I be sane?

As they stare at me while passing the lane.

I curse the day

When I came this way

Their minds are clogged

Rotten with filth and smog

I can keep still

But will they stop their cheap thrills?

My wretched freedom

Is their entertainment in boredom.