For People Like Me

For people like me,
it is discomfort
to navigate space, 
to stand still and observe,
to dissolve apprehensions.
Our world is a box
with no other being.
Only their effect--
their eyes. 

People like me,
We catch movements.
Hidden conversation.
Hateful eyes, 
mocking eyes. 
We reel them in with fear,
and revel in them.
It is always about us.
They hate us. 

For people like me, 
private spaces do not exist. 
There is a constant eye--
My eye 
in another's eye. 
I'm the only person we watch, 
critically. 
Every move, a fault. 
Every thought, judgment.