Prickly skin
Cold fingertips
Sweaty palms
Bright lights on a stage
You are the center of it all
Hushed murmurs of a crowd
Waiting for the show to begin
You take one
Two
Three
Four deep breaths
In order to contain yourself
"Um"
You stutter
Everyone laughs
"What a loser"
They sneer
But this
Is all in your head
For it's only a class presentation
No bright lights on a stage
But for you
It is so terrifying
Your imagination goes wild
Everyone turns
Into
Monsters
With glaring
Judging
Eyes
Sharp
Devouring
Teeth
You turn into stutters
And mumbling
And fast words
Not making eye contact
Holding onto the fact that you only have
Just one more sentence
Then it's over
And you can finally breathe again
YOU ARE READING
Stupid Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of experimental poems. They're cool, I guess. You'll just have to check them out for yourself.
