Cynthia

The Dance

Tingles in my stomach

Nerves of edge

Light-headed

 

The dance is tonight

No date

No friends to be with

 

Alone I will be

Will I be pretty enough?

Will I do my makeup right?

 

Nervous

Anxious

Panic has it\'s hands at my throat

 

Will I look ugly?

Fear deep in the pit of my stomach

I just want to be good enough

 

What if people laugh?

What if I fall or trip in my heels?

What if I mess up?

 

High school is so stressful

They\'ll all be watching me

Judging me

 

Their cruel eyes staring daggers into my back

Searching to find any mistakes

For any flaws

 

What if I got the wrong dress?

What will I do?