Do You Truly See Me?

She stands bare, not just in body but in soul stripped by the countless gazes that consume her. The eyes surround her, each whispering a different truth: desire, rage, hunger, judgment. They do not see her, only reflections of their own wants and beliefs.

Tears trace silent paths down her face, lost in the sea of unseen pain. The crimson backdrop bleeds with sorrow, a testament to the weight she carries. She is not just watched, she is measured, devoured, condemned.

This is not just beauty; this is spectacle. This is how the world sees her, but will anyone ever truly look?