The Bell Jar (Aft. Sylvia Plath)

You look at me, as though, I am a butterfly in a Bell Jar I have noticed you staring through Yr window, watching me getting my mail With my little dog You've been doing this for years But now, you are making me paranoid Sometimes, I see you with camera And see a flash in the corner of my eye Are you taking pictures of me picking up sh*t? And posting them online? I bet you are Please stop examining me I have done nothing wrong Knowing you are in love with yr lawn I'll try not to let my dog do his business on it But I feel like a butterfly in the Bell Jar A person without peace