feeling like an artobject..

You know theres something wrong with your appearence when even the freak on the bus thinks you're freakish.
I wonder what it was that gave me all those gazes?
My pants with giant holes in them?
The skin just leaving my face due to the cold & wet weather we are having?
The thousands of bags with stuff in my hands?
My 6 year old sneakers that actually have no shape no more?
My 5 year old jacket that really doesnt go with anything else?
My hair going in all different directions, leaving me looking like a misshaped medusa?
The mascara under my eyes (it was raining..)?
Anyways. I smiled at the staring people. They didn't smile back. Quelle suprise.