A madman

I see people looking at me when I’m not yelling at them.

I see people running away from me when I’m pelting stones at broken cars.

I’m walking alone with barking dogs.

I see crying kids when I smile at them.

I see hand prints all over my body for eating fruits.

I see my black eye in a mirror, all for just asking food.

I hear screaming horns, when I’m just crossing the road.

I hear shoutings, when I’m just trying to sleep in the park.

All that I do is what I do.

All that I take is what I never asked for.

I see no difference between you and me.

Is it because you are yourself, and I am me?