Females.txt
Eyes.
Body.
I feel like an open book.
I have nothing to hide.
I have to stay apart.
So apart.
They will notice,
if I move.
They will notice,
if I breath.
Isn't like I can be myself
around them.
They will judge
all my words.
They will judge
all my moves.
Isn't like I can be myself
around them.
Around them.
I must keep my muzzle shut
or they will be able to read
the underlines of my lips.
My words will
backfire.
My limbs will
disobey.
God, where should I
step and fall?
Where to step?
I stopped thinking
and I should also stop feeling.
I feel ashamed of myself.
Humiliated.
And futile.
So futile.
I want to run, I want to hide
and maybe die.
Everything to run from the eyes
of an horde of angels
avaliating my soul.