Tainted gaze

By Amogha Ravi Kumar

Your obsessive eyes, they rake over me with no shame. Filth of a brain, you don't realise the pain you put me through.

All I'm trying to do is get past you, reach wherever it is I'm walking to. But you've made me an object; an object you can just tarnish. Did no one teach you any better? Instead of schooling you, They school me! Your gaze follows me everywhere; I scrub and scrub, screaming, trying to wash it all away. But no amount of scrubbing can wipe away this dirt I feel upon my skin. I wish you'd stop and look away.

By Amogha Ravi Kumar