Stare

Does every flower really catch the bee?

Or everywhere I path on, I must caught the eyes around to be fixed at me?

Or every time I read and scribbling while enjoying my time-books-coffee-meal outside the house, I'll catch somebody's eyes already staring at me for a long time and smiled while watching every single move I did?

Do I actually crave for being the center of attention, till I became one?

Lord... I'm not comfortable.

Is it me who didn't lower my gaze that cause uninvited eyes to lay down on me?

Lord, forgive me, protect me.