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Those eyes you seem to see when everyone’s not looking at you
The impulse to flee and the need to stick around
The feeling that you’ll never find your place
The understanding that the way things are is not worth anything
The way you always try too hard and end up smiling by yourself
The alienation of speaking and being heard by no one at all
The hopelessness you get in your heart as you turn and walk away
Those eyes looking back at you with such interest
The smile you give in return as you talk of anything
The giddiness that you realize was all because of her
The movements of your face expanded by her presence
The way you always seem to have something interesting to say
The unending happiness you seem to have about these things
The understanding that even if this disappears, it will always be in your heart
y'know... maybe not everyone sees these "eyes you seem to see when everyone's not looking at you". maybe you should see a doctor about this. it sounds pretty serious to me. then again, if theyre pretty eyes, maybe its worth the insanity... at any rate, if you start seeing other disembodied body parts, i think you should consult the comment on that suicide poem of yours, that comment on there was pure genius.