This poem actually made me think about what it could be for a moment. It could be the prying eyes of society, or then I thought it could be a vampire, then the sadness.

This poem is a little bit of a conform poem. Meaning that everyone can take a different meaning away from it. Like ink splatters each person see's somthing different.

It's sort of got me abit curious now. I would say that it's the pressure that society puts on you to conform, but once again it could be taken many different ways.