i see a lot of things
a lot more than any of you
i see a lot of strangeness
in my special point of view
girls hold up their cellphones,
cameras pointed straight at me.
taking several pointless pictures,
i hear they’re called ‘selfies.’
boys are equally as vain,
they flex their biceps, shoulders square.
seemingly trying to make up for
what isn’t really there.
but sometimes i see other things,
whether it’s a he or she.
more commonly i see stares,
critical of whatever they see.
i see a lot of things,
things not many people do.
but whenever you look at me
all you ever see is you.