Why do I feel all eyes are on me,
Why do I feel every one's watching me,
Why do I feel people want me to trip,
People judging me on the tea I sip -
The clothes I wear,
The shoes on my feet,
The bag that I carry,
The style of my hair.
Or how I chew my food,
Or gulp water down my throat,
Without a sound, trying to be good.
Why am I trying this hard,
What's the fuss,
Who am I trying to be?
Why am I even writing this verse,
Is it all about me?
Am I the centre of this universe?
