A gaze of reflection

context : i was waiting for bus 34 for over 20 minutes and the bus stop was densed. I was bored, so i decided to write the poem. When i entered the bus, it was stilled packed and at one moment my eyes met with the guy who was autistic. i was not sure whether to smile at him, to turn around or to act as if i dont notice him looking at me. so the poem begins...