Spotlight (continued)

Everytime I go out, so many men and women keep looking at my cleavage, legs and face without blinking like an owl, but no one does anything to them for that.

But just because I’m in the spotlight people make a big deal even if I casually look at people and call me a cat.

I don’t even remember staring at anyone.

We lived in a house as small as a matchbox so I might have casually looked at my family because there was no where else to look and because I was silent they might have assumed I’m staring at them.

That misunderstanding would have solved if they were expressive and empathetic and wouldn’t have carried on for so many bloody years.

I’ve never stared or anything at my so called friends, they are fabricating the truth to save their ass and because I’m different people might believe them.

They are just disgusting shit minded people.

Anyone who assumed I’m attracted to them or switched seat in my presence, I want you to look at a mirror and understand what you see.