Like To Look
Sometimes, people catch me staring
Daring
Sometimes, I'm caring
Often, I'm scaring them.
When I was young, looking out a window
I asked my mum why people looked at me so
She looked at me, taken aback
Sarah, she said, it's because you're looking back!
I guess I just like to look.
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