You are always looking over my shoulder,
Peering into my life;
Looking for something about yourself
In my journals but
I hide those ones away for my eyes only,
You cannot see these,
And looking over my shoulder helps you not.
You are so eager yet so calm
To thrust yourself in my life,
My business, a place you are not permitted in to.
Is your life so bad
That you have to pry into mine for fulfillment?
I am sad that this
Is how you have become.
I am sad that instead of asking me
About my life,
You snoop for clues,
Always looking over my shoulder…
I always looking over my own shoulder,
Watching out for your prying eyes.