A walk down the street
Liquid droplets on my skin
Acid rain? Panic again
Fellow walker on a journey
Smile. It's my style.
Will they smile back? I ask
Yes! He did
Will this one respond in like?
Not quite.
The first sign of cold hard pity.
Not my city.
Maybe now I'll dodge a frown
I'm a clown
A strained reply shows me why
Eyes full of blame.
Why should I feel shame? And now
Disdain.