They’re watching n laughing at me

He looks to the people around them unsure whats happening and contemplating whether they hate him or not, of what theyre feeling and thinking, of how mad or upset they are at him. he looks at the ground, anywhere away from how far their vision goes. the feelings of what he maybe did wont leave his mind, what did he do wrong? why wont they speak to him? he corners himself unable to talk, on the verge of crying, or the feeling of being unreal, he can never tell how his brains feeling, if hes himself, if hes really him and present in the world. When he looks at his hands he feels nothing, he sees nothing. He looks at his face w no genuine feelings, its just a random face to him. He continues to try and prove hes alive, to prove hes not a brainless object, but no matter what he does he cant prove it to himself that hes conscious. The words people say, anyone and anything says affects him drastically. he cannot handle criticism or the feeling of being or doing something unnatural, his brain cramps and the feeling around his head tightens, his breath doesnt stop, the pils dont stop it, the 'comfort' of others doesnt stop that feeling.