they don't talk to you.
their tongues remain
unloving
when you are near.
their eyes silently cower away
as if frightened of the
reflection you may cast.
it's a fear of themselves,
a fear rooted in their
need for approval.
they casually look away
when you're there.
their eyes drop to the floor.
you become a dirty
secret they choose
to ignore.
and the height of your day
is walking away
from those eyes
they choose to
abhor.
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