My mind.

I had a friend once ask me how I view the world. I always felt odd in doing so, but here is my world:

I feel them all around me.
I feel cameras at every place my life guides me.
Am I the object of some bizarre voyeur?
When I hear people laugh,
I know the joy they take in my pain.
When a woman looks away from my affections,
it's because she sees I'm broken.
So completely broken.
I try to detract myself with beauty;
sunsets, women, delicate chaos,
but it always remains.
That monster in my mind.
The monsters watching me.
The monsters setting up my demise.
Constant monsters.