Glaring at me.
Never ceasing.
What do you see?
I've met your stare,
But turned away for what I couldn't bare.
Unknown is what's behind that look.
And that I cannot stand.
Oh, if people could be read like a book.
It appears that's my destiny,
To read most, but not all people.
In your eyes all I can see,
Is you gazing back at me.