The observers eyes

I take small glances at people, changing my view when their eyes meet mine. 

I often get weird looks for how much I stare or how little I do. 

I like to take in everyone's features, acting as if I were a narrator describing and sharing what they looked like and what they were saying. 

I often feel like a stalker, knowing so much and so little about everyone. 

I observe everyone's voices and how their eyes brighten up when they talk to someone they like 

The long staring I do when seeing someone I once knew. 

I take note of everyone's outer and inner appearance.

As if I can read their mind, knowing and wondering what they think. 

I feel as if I'm outside the world, watching, observing, and analyzing everyone.

My eyes, watching the most true form of humanity.