Don't— Touch. Me. Every doorway Gets a second look. Every stranger Reads like an open book. Keys between fingers. Back to the wall. I learned too young To trust at all. (Silence) Footsteps. You call it paranoia. I call it survival. Streetlights flicker. Eyes adjust. Promises Turn into dust. I know the sound Of trouble breathing. I leave Before believing. I didn't choose This vigilance. It chose Me. I'm not waiting To become a headline! Not another warning! Not another "why?" Every scar Taught another lesson. Every lesson Sharpened instinct. Call me guarded. Call me difficult. I'll still be here Tomorrow. I SEE YOU! Always... Watching.
