Listening

Are they listening?
Into my thoughts
My melodies
Seeping from earphones
From the curls of pink
To the open air
To the frowns and glances
I'm scared to look
Scared to be
One of those people
The ones who don't care
Who don't help
Who walk past
In offending colours
With loud music
Volume free of conscious
Ways both free of and dependant on
Others
Offend
Eyes rolling
Hate boiling
Irrational stares
At the back of their head
The bravery they show
Makes us all hate them

I can't be like that

Can I?