you see i have a staring disorder

which i am trying to get rid of

every time i go out with mates

i stare at them, i can’t help it

i wish i would stop stare at them

i just want to look at them, because i like them

you see i was on a excursion

to the great mountain peaks

and i was staring at everyone

i can’t help it, you see even my mate james pederson

was sick of me staring

i feel like hooligan, or a nasty pedaphile

but i am none of those

you see i get the desire to stare

and for no reason, i stare inappropriately

9i don’t wanna

you see people hate me staring, can tell

i feel very weird, i don’t want to **** people off

i don’t want to stare at them, it is the disorder

people tell me to stop looking at them, and i make up exuses

i say you are in my site, i can’t help staring, it’s like an illness

i know i should stop, but i get excited by certain people

i look at kids moo cows and ships on their legs

i feel if i stare at people they will like me better

but that is wrong, people hate me if i stare

people frown at me, when i be an adult

because i stare too much, you see they prefer

me to be a shy little kid, as opposed to a hooligan

i want to stop staring, i want this disorder to stop

because if i stare, people will want to hurt me

it makes me feel very bad

you see when i was young my brother used to put his hand over his eyes

because i stared too inappropriately

you see at the footy, kids used to hate me staring

i try and make friends properly, so i don’t stare directly at them

at the poetry slam, i read my poems, so i don’t get in trouble for staring

i can’t handle the voices, what’s that, your still getting teased, i can’t control my staring

but i write this story so i can stop staring

because, i don’t like being a target for teasing, just because i have a staring disoder

i ain’t a hooligan or a pedaphile either, i am a family person, who has to stop staring inappropriately

the truck stopped in the middle of nowhere, because i was staring too much

you see james pederson and a few other kids, were sick of me staring at them

i don’t want to stare, nobody is putting a gun to my head, but i stasre

and staring is wrong