The Art of Fitting In (poem)

By Luke Labern

Two eyes firmly fixed on his feet,
Too anxious to look, talk or meet
Another too-critical being:
No one should see what he is seeing.

Darkness in all: smiles disfigured;
Homogeneously configured:
Weak wills everywhere -- too much lust,
Too much hatred -- not enough trust.

Pavement holds his gaze all day long;
Keep your head down -- he can't go wrong
If no one knows he exists --
Let alone the scars on his wrists.

Don't pay him attention: it's not
His wish -- secrecy's all he's got.
He really doesn't ask for much --
All he asks is that you don't touch.