The “look”

It feels like everything that I do
Is so strange to them, and I get the look
It feels like there is a fire burning
On my face, and I don’t like this

In my head, I wanna dread
What should’ve I said?
I don’t know, now you’re just staring
At me, looking up and down
And then you laugh, which probably makes it worse

Everyday I get the look
At me, in the public
Whether it’s my mood
Or it’s my style
It happens every day, is this good or bad?

I don’t know how to respond
Because then I just make a weird face
Looking off to the side
Hoping that the time will pass by

I’m tired of the look
In my head, in my eyes
It makes me wanna cry

Hopefully I think it’ll get better
Because I don’t know how to determine this correctly
Then I end up messing it up

Because I end up saying the wrong thing
But they say, “everyone makes mistakes”
But what if it isn’t what they say?