I watch.

Call me creepy, call me a stalker, call me an outsider, but what else am I supposed to do? I watch as if through a foggy window that makes everything magic and beautiful. I am a captive to the Watch: unable to look away, too afraid.

I’m not clueless. I see my own strangeness reflected in my very own eyes. I’m the girl you never notice until I’m right there. I am the one who you never suspect, the one who couldn’t possibly do wrong.

Nobody cares until they see their faults spit back at them in the eyes of a stranger. Because it’s always the quiet ones. Because I’ve been here all along, on the fringe of your vision. Because I’m the one your common sense tells you to steer clear of.

And isn’t it funny how nobody dares to look behind my watching eyes?