To be watched

To be watched by another's eyes..
To be haunted when you walk..
To be heard when you are talking..
You’d never ever thought.

They are always asking questions..
About what you do and wear..
Despite that you don’t know it..
They are always there.

Sometimes you seem to feel it..
And though you look around..
People keep on passing..
Be it smile or be it frown.

They will never let you see them..
And to stalk is what they like..
Be it stalking you by day..
Or stalking you by night.

Micro Kouklitsa 2005