Days of me – TB

3 Jan

These days of me,
They haunt me.
These days of me,
They taunt me.
Many questions
They ask of me.
I look around and…
Who’s looking at me?
Who’s talking?
What are they saying about me?
Who’s hawking?
Who’s walking away from me?
Who’s swearing?
Who’s thinking ill of me?
Who’s staring?
What can I do about it
Other than accept it?
If my shadow didn’t copy me, would it mock me?

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