Someone else's display
They keep staring..Staring, and staring like I'm a display.But.. Isn't that what I am?A tiny display, for beings to look at.This feels suffocating, being stared at, the sense of time is distorted.I'm a pawn, someone else's thing to be looked at.Am I ever getting out of here? Or am I doomed to the endless solitude of stares?