Tuesday, May 27
People notice me. They can't help it.
Most of the time, they just notice. Their eyes linger for a second - to notice the differences between me and the people that surround us. But usually, that's it.
Occasionally, I feel someone staring. When I lift my eyes, theirs quickly divert. Until mine lower again. Then I feel the stare again.
Sometimes, it's just curiosity. I don't mind.
Sometimes, it makes me feel like a micro-organism under a high-powered lens. So I stare back, until they stop.
Sometimes, I watch them out of the corner of my eyes; wondering what they are thinking and noticing. My clothes, my hair, my skin, the shape of my face, my height, my shoes. All the things that scream: "I don't belong here."