And I've been trying to let you know me now, I've talked to you, I've shown you my weakness, I've been open. But you still don't get it. You've pushed past me on the station platform. You've stared at me when I've felt most vulnerable. You've assumed I'm drunk. There's been times you've been kinder, when you've listened and opened your heart. But your gentleness is so unpredictable I'm wary of you. It's not your fault, i don't blame you, how would you know why I look so ill at ease.
You're suddenly my biggest critic, the hardest person to please.
So I hide my shakes from you.
I get a knot inside when you catch me trip out of the corner of your eye.
I worry that you'll laugh at me.
With so many non-strangers who love me, who I show my shakes to, who look away out of kindness when I trip, who laugh with me not at me, why should I worry what you think?
Because you're a stranger and you never knew me before.