More Behind the Eyes

What do you see when you look at me?
I find myself wondering this when I catch your eyes lingering on me for longer than they should. I shift and fidget because it makes me uncomfortable. Your eyes have a way of looking through me, and I don't like feeling so exposed and vulnerable. When I was younger, I didn't mind, but now it feels like an intrusion, and no one should know me as well as you do when I barely seem to know myself.