It's in those eyes. They make me feel so diminutive, so small. As if I did not have enough of my own problems, now you come and say it all without words. Your gaze says everything that needs to be said. I hate how this makes me feel so weak, like I don't have the power, any will to stand up on my own. I will overcome these problems that you suggest. These thoughts that you evoke. These thoughts that you broadcast. I'll find the courage to cast off your judgement, like the Lilliputian heroes of long ago.