I hear their whisper. I fear their words. Even more, I fear their stare. One by one, leaving me motionless. It’s not the first, I know it all too well. Unsightly to the naked eye thus all eyes on me as I enter the room. Leaving me to rejoice with my shadow. An unwanted audience with their judgement – present my walk of shame. Apologetic for my existence. An act of punishment and cruelty for a wary soul and a sensitive heart.
Insecurities leaving me incompetent.
My thick skin shattering with each step I take. My mask’s retrieved – all to shield me. My indifferent stare breaking my fall. But inside, my anxiety beating its drums. False or true, I may not know. But every word and every stare spears my unhealed wounds. To ease the pain, I walk with my head down; seeking no one but solitude. To numb it all, I cry the tears of self-consciousness and doubt for I know of any other way.
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