It’s in the grass, it’s in the trees
It’s in the very air you breathe
A sickly scent, a telling rush
A sideways glance that makes you blush
It's in my hands, it's it your eyes
Behind their blackness I see surprise
It's in the way you talk, and look
Over your shoulder as we walk
It's everywhere and anywhere
With people that persistantly stare.

Did they see us together?

Effie Yalena Steyn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paranoia-13/