The Stare

I walked and walked,

I paced up and down the streets,

I noticed "them" watching me,

but I just followed my own beat...


I could no longer hear them,

so I could no longer care.

I continued at a normal stroll,

but I just couldn't shake The Stare...


So I forgot,

and I refused to remember,

I neglected my ability to retrieve, recall, or relearn,

I respected the surrender....

No I'm not perfect,

But they don't know that....

They see me, and everything they wish to be...

yet... Everybody continues to stare...

Why are they watching me???


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