Thouughts When I'm Bored (It's kinda weird... sorry)

I watch the people flood into the room, and see one of them go off into their solitary corner. I watch him pull out a book, and look away. He has the looks of a stalker. I wonder to myself, and watch him read. Is he innocent, or a freak in his solitary corner? His gaze turns upward, catches mine, and I wonder... Do I have the looks of a stalker?