Becoming What You Think You See Poem by Patti Masterman

I become so miserably stupid
When people give me that certain evil eye
The Look that says: you must be dumb, you have
That vacant expression..so I become implacably Dull,
Inexorably Bland, unthinking, and unseeing until
They look away, and then I became super aware
And intelligently supercilious just before
They regret their too speedy reaction
To deep set eyes and not much chin to speak of
Neanderthal-dark hair and a slight over-bite
Perhaps a little drooling over-anticipation..

If you're too easy they've no respect
If you're hard to get, their interest dies out
As soon as they see you're obtained
And then I bite my own jaw in regret
On the inside, as punishment,
(must be that over-bite)
Without intending to, and I hear the
Awful soft crunch, as of an over ripe carrot that
Yielding to the teeth, soon oozes forth blood;
I'm in tears and misery then, and cease to care
What they do or don't think about me

I quit broadcasting their expectations back to them
By the time the bleeding stops they are gone
And I curse my over active imagination
And my tendency toward grandiose episodes of
Telepathic demonstrations, or becoming
What you think you see.