Whenever I step out and lift high When I socialize ,when life feels right I write,I laugh, I feel so free The emptiness comes,surrounding me My body aches,my spirit fades My health declines,my mind degrades My fever burns,my vision spins Bruises bloom like hidden sins Sleep wont heal,rest wont mend Enough sickened to go out again, Some say it's real,some brush it by, A whispered fear---the evil eye Do you believe a look can harm or is it fate that brings alarm? Is it luck or something true, A hidden force that follows through? Believe it or not,deny or fight Yet every time it proves me right