Someone else's display

They keep staring..
Staring, and staring like I'm a display.
But.. Isn't that what I am?
A tiny display, for beings to look at.
This feels suffocating, being stared at, the sense of time is distorted.
I'm a pawn, someone else's thing to be looked at.
Am I ever getting out of here? Or am I doomed to the endless solitude of stares?
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