strangers

Inside everybody are strangers. All these strangers, they’re all already friends. They’re walking and laughing and never once have to look where they’re going. Inside, all of a sudden, it’s 6th grade. All of sudden you’re the new kid again and all these strangers know it. They’re peeking the way you would peek in a doctor’s waiting room. The way you think nobody can notice you doing it. Inside they’re glancing up from their magazines, they’re whispering to their friends, each of them, wondering what kind of disease you have or checkup you need.