Stickiness

My safe place
Has once again gone toxic
This apartment, my home,
Is infested with unseen watchers
I know they're not real
Because I've looked
But still, my ears bleed
With the pain of criticism
And worship

How can they see me in here?
How can they hear me?
I was safe in 404 for some time, three years
But things pass

Analyzed, the watchers make no sense
But the thoughts stick in my brain, I hear them
Like echoes
Placed in my head to play

I bet I know what it's like to have cancer
As this illness
Is beyond my control
No cure, no cause, no blame
Just the luck of the draw