The stranger

Cold evil looks,
and occasional laughter,
seductive smiles,
and one obsessive stare.

The looks that he threw me,
sent cold shivers down my spine,
pierced straight through me,
i was generally terrified.

I've seen people like this,
but not half as bad,
a few strangers,
a few dirty looks.

He stared until i noticed,
and continued when i had,
there was something about him,
how strange was this man.

Even when he turned away,
i thought that i was safe,
but he looked at that window,
at my reflection that was made.

I tried to run away,
crawl into a space and hide,
but his stares soon followed,
holding me with them eyes.

Even when the terror had ended,
it had only just begun,
i watched him leave but,
hold his stare through the glass wall.

I write this with shaking hands,
tears run down my cheeks,
as i ignore his piercing stare,
just a stranger in that seat.