Oy..

its as if they were starring at me
as if everyone in that room was starring at me
each eye bore-ing into me
leaving indentaions in each part of me
parking their personal preconceptions all over me
alloting their analysis respectivly to every parcel
slice, sliver, segment
fragment, each element of my entity
each bit of me
excinded
dissevered
by the scrutinous ogling





...i hate it when my skirt's tucked into my tights