Not weak
I am fragile
Not falling
I stumble
Uneasy twitchy
I feel your eyes
Looking analyzing
I am nervous
Aware of you
you and your judging
WHY?  Are you uncomfortable?
Restless in your own skin?
Does picking me apart
Focusing on the flaws
Make you happy
a subtle sense of satisfaction
AND WHO ARE YOU?
Oh, you don’t even know
That’s funny
Here, take a look
What do the eyes
staring back
Portray
What do they say?
Cut your flesh
Stab yourself
Does it feel good?
So why?
Why stab me?
The only
only one person
deserves your judgments
and that person
is you.