I walk down the hall
My head down
My vision shielded by my hair
I do not see anything
Yet I can feel the eyes
They stare
They judge
Not fair
Can't budge
Stuck in place
Like a lost little girl
Everyone watches
Every single little move
Eyes are staring
Eyes are judging
It's not fair
I can't move
Stuck like a statue
Stuck in a place
Can't move a muscle
Like I'm under display
By me, Lainebug001
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The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
