They stare pointedly.
You look anywhere but at them because if you catch their eye, who knows what could happen.
Perhaps they grin knowingly, perhaps they ask for help, or maybe they point out the fact that your shoes are untied.
People are the worst.
Can’t I make my way through this world without ever having to be seen?
They want you to know they see you, that they are aware of what you mean to them. You never wanted to mean anything to them in the first place.
All you wanted was to disappear and now someone found what they own of you, a piece they can hack off and take home.
