Standing out

It could be like a sore thumb, so obvious and blatant and I rather hide in the bush a place not seen than be displayed on a stage. They eye me carefully, even that tiny dot is not missed, it would be incorrect if I said I enjoyed this judgment so perhaps I should just camouflage and pretend nothing is amiss, but I am not. I am sticking out, like a nail that would not be ironed out even when the hammer hits and stings, I do not differ in my stance, it is my opinion, like you, I too want a life.