The piercing eyes left me stiff
Almost as if I was held by the edge of a cliff.
Do they actually all stare at me? I wondered
Not at all, in fact it was merely a few passerbys that actually pondered.
Why do they look like that?
Who let them dress like that?
It may be my mind playing games with me yet again,
But the thought was surely leaving me in pain
Did I choose to look like this? That was a question that haunted me to this day
But no matter how much I pondered the traits I despised the most would still stay
If only it were as easy as painting over a mistake
But the world I lived in wouldn’t even leave me a breath to take.