Being Watched

Hello Beautiful Thinkers,

Write a poem about how you feel when you are being watched. Is this something you enjoy, like an actor enjoys being watched by an audience? Or is this something that makes you nervous as you fear the scrutiny that would come with failing as they watch? Whatever feelings it provokes in you, describe a specific occasion when you found yourself being watched. What about this occasion stands out in your mind?

Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,

The Boy In The Heart Shades

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