Strangers

Strangers look at me in a strange way

Strangers always act so peculiar

They stare at you as though star gazing

To some point I feel like a star

And sometimes it gets into me and I  act like one

 

Some will look at you like an alien with glowing eyes trying to capture a memory

Some will look at you like garbage with glares as though you killed their grandma

Others will ask you obvious questions trying to forget the miserable lives they are returning to

 

You'll understand this most if you've been a student once

They look at you as though you're on a quest to cure the deadliest disease

Mention a hit of math and some physics and you're a legend

Maybe we should look into the stranger syndrome

Who said I am comfortable being looked at like a painting in an art gallery

No one ever considered a painting's feelings anyway

But I am human too

Don't look at me like that when I look back

It's not my fault you feel that way

I was bothered too

The strange things strangers do.

 

Ariane Dushime

 

Note: Stranger syndrome doesn't exist. It just fit the poem better.