My heart pounds in my chest as I walk to the bus
My thoughts race fifty miles an hour
What if I misses the bus?
What if I'm to early?
We're am I going to sit when I get on the bus?
What if
What if
What if
Are they looking at me?
Are they judging the way I'm sitting?
I wonder if they think I'm trying to be cool.
What if they don't really want to be my friends?
What if they just feel sorry for me?
What if they are just using me?
What if
What if
What if
My leg bounces quickly
My hands shake
My breath quickens
I can't see
The voices around me blur into one loud hum
It so overwhelming
My chest gets heavier as I wish I could be home safe and sound in my bed.
What if people are staring as I panic?
What if they think I am being dramatic?
What if
What if
What if
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poems of a 14 year old
ПоэзияI'm 14 and I love writing meaningful poems, you just get to read them. most of them are based off sad things. I hope you like them
