I might be insecure
and probably I am, but
why are you staring at me like that?
no that only you but you
and you and you and you and you...?
why is there no depth in your eyes?
the simplicity of your movements opposes the movement you make with your eyes
why go through all that trouble staring at me?
am I mystical or something?
do you see something that I didn't notice about myself?
If you do please don't hesitate to ask a question
I won't bite
please as all I see in your eyes is no remorse

I was sitting on a sidewalk while people were passing right by me
all giving me weird stares
maybe because of my race
my mischievous smile
the black clothes that I'm wearing
or maybe the uncomfortable presence I bring
So with my insecure ways I bring a newspaper on my race, pretending to read
and made a wish

when the newspaper went down I only saw a bunch of people just like me  
passing by, all staring at me weirdly
but when I check to see my hands it wasn't me
It was somebody else
well it was somebody per each second
and as I began to constantly change form I got up and join the passing crowd
they parted away from me , but I don't care
because now everybody knows how it feels to be me
to be stare at with no remorse.