I close my eyes slowly,
I pick at my skin and play with my earring
My peers' gazes pinning me to the seat,
My mouth goes dry and I open it to speak,
Silence.
The words are jumbled into my thoughts and thrown to the back of my mind,
Not being able to bare being put on the spot,
I shake my head
My breath catches in my throat as my ears tune into the whispers,
Overthinking what there saying,
My eyes well with tears,
One, two, three, I count,
In, out, in, out,
My breathing slows,
And I speak,
Shaky words and twisted tongue,
I'll do better next time.
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For you
Poetry• For those with invisible wounds • For those with rushed childhoods • For those with forgotten memories • For the trauma • For those that dream • For those that lost someone important • For the selfless • For those with plastered smiles • for t...
