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
I resume my position at the front
and beg to be ignored,
as I ignore them.