The Stare

The words don’t come from your mouth but in a look I don’t understand.  I feel so uncomfortable because I really don’t know what you are looking for rather then out. I speak but it appears only your eyes are listening.  Why look at me like that? Have I done something I shouldn’t or should I do something more?  What do you want from me! Say something dammit! Anything!  The stare just creeps me out.