i freeze
when the spotlight is on me.
i become a deer in the headlights,
not sure whether to cross the road or go back,
or cry for help,
or run,
or blame myself for coming here in the first place.
YOU ARE READING
New Voice
PoetryPoetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles
