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

This poem is about: 
Me

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