I walk silently with my mask on
I refuse to acknowledge what I see
Lest it should creep into me
And take over my dignity
Filthy eyes follow me
And their thoughts make me shiver
I try not to cry aloud and
Bite my lips because they quiver
Is it my fault that I am pretty?
Or is that they are to blame
Because the dirt is not on me
And that stare is a mind game
Every day I curse and yet go out
What must come may as well strike out
I can take that spat and turn around
But what of the filth that is growing
In the soil of minds all along

Filthy

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