Just Like You

I am a person, which means that I have feelings.

Just like you, I don’t like being watched like a zoo animal.

Is it because you admire the way I look?

It is because you are nervous to talk to me?

Or is it just because I look different than you do?

I can’t help but feel a bit uncomfortable when I lift my head and meet you eyes.

Sometimes I wish you would come over and talk to me.

But other times, I’m glad that you keep your distance.

Maybe I’m just being insecure and you’re not really looking at me.

I honestly don’t know.

I’m not scared, just nervous.

And anxious.

And paranoid.

Maybe there’s something on my face.

Maybe there’s something wrong with my face.

You don’t like my face?

That’s fine, I don’t either.

But I just wish you wouldn’t stare at me like that.

Because I am a person, which means I have feelings.

Just like you.