Stares and glares

Silent stares, bear into your soul

And silent glares wear you down.

I stick out like a sore thumb,

It's notlike I wanted to fit in, in the first place

But why do they stare and glare?

Weariness in my soul,

I'm tired of all this,

Of being judged,

Of being ridiculed,

Of being persecuted,

Of being sad,

But in the end, when people stare I just glare back,

That's how it's always been

Maybe I don't want to blend into the mix

Maybe I want to stand out like a bright color amidst grey

My skin is too thin,

Unnerved from the slightest of stares

That's how it's always been.