Eyes.
That's all I see.
Eyes looking back at me.
Watching my every step.
Watching my every move.
Watching.
Waiting.
For me.
Voices.
That's all I hear.
Voices talking about me.
Talking about everything I do.
Talking about everything I say.
Talking.
Waiting.
For me.
I sometimes wonder.
Why all the stares?
Why all the talking?
It's just me.
Why act so different?
Why act so fake?
I am human.
Just like you.
YOU ARE READING
Stray
RandomEverything on here is random. Just stories that pop into my head, or poems, anything really.
