For you look at me.
You just sit there and stare.
For I know what you are thinking of me.
You think I’m a freak to be looked at.
A freak that needs to be in a cage.
Something to see at a circus.
To be seen at a freak show.
For I look over at you,
and you look away.
For you think I did not see you look at me,
but I really did.
You look back and look me all over.
For you look at me
up,
down,
left,
and right.
For you look at me.
You think I’m a freak.
But think of this for one second.
To me you seem to be the freak.
For you
dress,
think,
and do things different than me.
So just think the way I think to truly see me.
Written By:
Xavier