The Room
Entering a room
Finding a place to sit in the corner
Watching everyone speak, point, and laugh
Watching their actions
The minister quiets them down
Calls on me to speak
Struggling for a choice of words
I stand and walk towards the board
My hands get shakey
My hair gets sticky
My heart moves rapidly
Feeling the eyes burn my back
Hearing a laughter from behind
Writing in messy letters:
je ne peux pas le faire
Finding myself running away
From the room
Entering a bathroom
Locked me out from reality
But remember it from the back of my hand
Cried to myself as it was time to go
Went to the room again
Got my things
And left without turning back
Knowing that if I did
I would create a bigger mess than what I had just did
Avoiding all traces that lead to that the event that happened
In the room