Self-Consciousness

Intro
Ever since I was very little, I have always been a weirdo. Because of this, I have adapted to notice when some one is judging me, whether I have said something strange without noticing, accidently voiced a unpopular opinion, or simply done something to make someone look at me strangly, I know. I always know.

I can tell when my friends are judging me,

When my friends are judging me, they turn their head,

Half the side facing me, the other facing something else, 

They wear a fake poker face,

I notice there is always a dimple around their lips,

And,

If I look close enough,

When a friend is judging me, their chin is just slightly lower than it usually is, 

I can tell when a teacher is judging me,

When a teacher is judging me, they stop dead,

Half the facial features are frowning, the other is something else,

They wear a fake concerned mask,

I notice that their shoulders always loosen their grip.

And

If I look close enough,

When a teacher is judging me, they ALWAYS stare at you but speak to someone else,

I can tell when a stranger is judging me,

When a stranger is judging me, their face can easily be read,

One eye is looking at me, the other something else,

They wear a fake smile

I notice that their hand twitches a little to whichever pocket their phone is in,

And,

If I look close enough,

You can just see them blinking, veerry fast,

I can tell when my family is judging me,

Because they don’t,

They know me,

They accept me, 

They love me,

But most importantly,

They never judge me.