There are so many opportunities for me in the world, but do I use them properly? I have thought upon it - I cannot lie. I am looked at with despising eyes; I look back silently. Not once have I seen those eyes. Not once have I endured this. Each time they gazed at me they grew bigger. I have seen it and I know it. The eyes seem wider the closer you are. It is subconsciously known.
I hate being forced to get out of my shell. I hate how they whisper
look, she's here
look at her
have you seen her
she looks disappointing
at last she's come out
Why! They even wonder at my appearance. There is nothing to be done but to look at them in return.
To look at them with nothing in return.
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