Staring Poem by Arline Richards

i sit around everyday and seeing people staring at me real hard,
everywhere in the buildings, offices and court yard,
wandering why i am the way i look,
with all the pain and sadness i had to shook,
causing my life to go through emotional turmoil,
even though all my friends left me who i thought were loyal,
AS i grew up i know now what they were looking at when they looked at me,
they saw the weaker part of me that i couldnt shook,
so now everyday everone may stare at me,
but now my soul is free