Becoming Public

When you walk out on the streets,
your life becomes public.
Suddenly so many flickering eyes are on you.
Some daring to look for so long,
as if reading your thoughts.
Others glance wuickly,
wondering about your story,
your reason for stepping outside.
You return looks, glares, and stares
Because one you walk outside,
you put yourself out there,
Where anyone can read you,
And make a judgement.