Feelings in a desolate place.

Uncomfortable

The minute I walk in

They stare

I feel the hair

Rise on the back of my neck

I check

To see if I have anything on my face

So now I brace

Myself to feel uncomfortable

That’s the trouble

With feeling vulnerable

I sway back and forth

Hoping they’ll ignore

Me till I walk away

I say

A song in my head

For as long

As I’m uncomfortable