Tags creeping watching anxiety Mentalhealth Short Poems dark dark poems fear dread Gothic Year Wed, 2025-01-01 12:00 Eyes on me, watching close,A creeping sense of doom.Is this a dream or waking nightmare?I can't scream or cry, so I smile politely.Inside, my heart beats like a drum,I hope they can't hear it. Rating Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments