Characteristics of an Introvert
Theta was here sitting, he heard nothing but a clock and watched eyes take turns staring at not him but at a boy, the boy was terrified
- Tick tick just waiting for the boom in this anything but noisy room
I sit in a seat not far but not close that’s not in the middle i presume
- I my eyes wander with no consent and torture me with interaction
People that i’m staring at begin to mimic me I turn to hide my reaction
- Whispers are invented are they about me, I’m struck by anxiety
Giving birth to sweat on my forehead while i drown in this society
- Breath starts to grow heavy like life & the gravity of the situation
Mental breakdowns aren’t scheduled but are about location location
- Tick tick the clock goes before i pop and scream and cry
The bell is my savior as it rings and sends the kids out before i die
- I walk the opposite way & throw up yet again after class
I’m not worried though i will grow one day and these feeling will pass
- Author: Ernie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 13th, 2019 11:52
- Comment from author about the poem: mornin my fellow poets i hope you all have a wonderful day. As always feedback and suggestions are welcomed. - T the scholar
- Category: Unclassified
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