Entitled gaze

The bus comes to a screeching halt,
I look at my watch,
And then outside.

My eyes meet his gaze.
I don’t know who he is.
Or from where.
But I feel scared.

My Rational mind tells me,
You are inside a bus,
Glass is shatter-proof,
He can’t harm you.

His gaze still makes me fidget.
I feel like I’m encouraging his malice
By returning his gaze.
I should not be party to this.

I really want to rebel,
But fear takes over,
Add I look elsewhere,
At my startled reflection.

The bus starts moving again,

Whispering ‘entitlement’.


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