every move seems too noticeable
familiar steps make it more obvious
with the slightest hushes and glances
the corner of my eye catches
probable reasons spark up
senseless thoughts running my mind
what i saw, why i think
into a state of insecurity
those eyes that peek through
murmurs that are inaudibly deafening
gestures that become suspicious
and when all together, they make me nervous
guesses formulated on a fast track
the which is asked, the real and the obvious
deceived by lies, and they may be truths
but i don't want to end up as the joke
so i stayed back, pinched myself
focus and pressure, ignore and escape
later it can be laughed off, or the next day
but right now, it's a big deal for me
