I put my sunglasses on,
so strangers won't be afraid of me...
my expressions of rage,
and the purest sorrow
are far too raw for strangers to see and to handle
My friend long ago once told me of many who feared me
when they saw my eyes
even, when I was just thinking.
I can't summon it now
the look of love my associations so love me for
so I avoid
I avoid to keep them from fearing
I avoid to keep them from worrying
But most of all, I avoid so the won't grow tired of me.