A Morning Entrance

at my entrance I am greeted with pallid stares. I walk, head down, into the back room so that I can avert their eyes to a more interesting specimen. this works only momentarily as I am forced to take my position among these foreign minds. stop these assumptions, these suspicions of why my mouth is not worthy to open to your ears, of how I am unable to speak at the sight of you. in truth, I am afraid of you. in lies, you disgust me. sometimes it is both. I walk to the back room again, different eyes watch my movements, they rudely speak, knowing that I will not answer, and when I leave, I can hear them laughing like the scabs on my knees and elbows. I resume my position at the front and beg to be ignored, as I ignore them.