misfits

eyes like security cameras
scanning for discrepancy

detection

on cue
expressions alter automatically,
expectedly so
a face of twisted metal

eyes like cannon openings
stone hard and unyielding
firing furiously
boiling over with contempt

eyes like flies

fleeting but persistent

quickly dodging a counter look

but easily returned

to settle on prey, again. 

and again, 

and again.

their eyes like windows
tunneling to their core
and, bound and gagged in
'socially appropriate',

a little voice still yelling out
'me! what about me?
i want to be a misfit too!'