The streets

The people go by me on the street and I feel I sense hostility as the men's eyes meet mine. I wonder why they can't look somewhere else and leave me alone. At least they could be more happy and welcoming, but they don't. While the ladies seem like they can be invisible and the world is talking to me in it's insanity. From hours upon hours of strange streets, from looks that I'm not sure what they mean, but they seem mean. I could hide and I do. There's nothing I can do to stop all of you from putting fear into my heart. I wish peace to you and love.