Is this really me?

    I'll try to keep this short and sweet. I am no one you'd really want to know. I'm the kind of person you hate without knowing who I am; some dark looking guy you see once in a while in the subway with a blank look on his face, or walk into your store with no real sense of purpose, just some ordinary, small framed guy that for some reason you hate. Maybe I'm ugly, or I look dangerous, or you just don't like me. I'm that kind of guy.

    But those who've sacrificed their intuition and looked at me for what I am seem to have this insatiable interest in me. The tables turn. I no longer like you, if you learn to like me. This cycle goes on until we meet somewhere, a common point of agreement, and then all goes to hell. And I'll simply disappear. Maybe you'll see me again somewhere, in the library, in the street, the same way you saw me the first time, the same aimless expression, the same dark eyes, and you'll decide to not know me and let me go off on my way. Maybe you'll decide to catch me, again, and I'll simply return that same blank stare and walk off anyway, or we'll go somewhere and have meaningless talk.

    So this is the kind of person I am upfront, you can either take it as that or delve deeper like some others have. I won't make things easier or harder, I'll simply present myself as I am and you can take it anyway you wish. You can stay or walk away as you please...