You all look at me with those eyes.

Beads reflecting light—
illuminating expression.

Are there for me or for someone else?
Are you speaking to me?

Or do I cast your eyes for a reflection of myself?

Some may look at me offended, telling me to back off.
The others look and think to themselves or don’t think at all, just stare.

I wonder what you think of me when I don't force my impressions on you.

Misfired signals; the boat abandoned to the sea.