Eye can see you

I nervously pull out a small mirror and look at my eyes. No one will look twice on this bus but I have to make sure that they're still or I'll never get any rest.

No such luck. They're spinning madly, weaving in and out of each other.

Probably because I'm scared - scared of the secrets I'm about to uncover.

Scared of the truth when it's out in the open.

The End

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