Paranoia
I go outside and what do I see?
a gaggle of people staring and gawking at me.
Is it the way I look or how I am presented?
The way they stare shows signs of confusion and resentment.
Everywhere I go everyone shows the same expression,
Leaving me confused as to why I'm getting this perplexed attention.
Is it the way my face is pale and clothes are torn?
Or how I haven't had a single hair since the day I was born?
I ran to the dock to let off some steam,
Everyone won't stop looking at me,
All I can do is SCREAM.
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