Despair

To see nothing would be great.
So my hands cover my face.
To scream “Fxck” I yearn for
But I cower for many would 
Stare at me - many would judge me.

I. Would judge me.
I. Would say: 
Idiot. Bastard, many such words to break me.

With my eyes closed, I see not one 
Place to go. I see no road to walk
No escape from the eyes 
That would judge me.
No esca…