My Privacy

A Poem by Sgtpeppr

Living under the sight is not a life;
It's a constant display, a masquerade.
Your back to the wall to avoid the knife,
A genuine feeling can't be displayed.
Do you own it because the thing is yours,
Or is it yours because no one wants it?
Is this everything that you wanted,
Or was there something more?
The words are impossible to transmit,
Until the time comes to be departed.