Prying Eyes

Life on display. 
Get out of my face. 
You want to know my every step and where I've been but it's not your place. 

Where I rest my head, who's my foe, who's my friend. 
If you see me keeping distance it's because you don't mind your business. 
I can't escape the prying eyes of the bored who I hate. 
You can't relate, don't bother asking, and just be on your way.