Scrutiny
I remember the days in my life
when my being was invisible.
My words unread, except a few past lovers still lingering
How it feels to have every body part looked at
with a magnifying glass, here this.. what is it?
that is wrong, that is illegal,
That is not hers, That is…….
Scrutiny.
Does everyone feel so intruded upon for being expressed?
Or is it the fate of a woman like me who dared to hit send?
Scrutiny.
So intruding.
My innocence is prosecuted.
my light, maligned
Scrutiny.
Every speck of snot and hair, analysed.
One word off - YOU ARE DEAD.
Scrutiny.
So exhausting.
I asked for nothing. Got so many eyes
picking me apart with their own misunderstandings.
Scrutiny.
When will it STOP?
Please do.
I am tired, aren’t you?