Thinks & Inks

Staring

The first poem I ever wrote, I was in the 6th grade

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People looking, people watching 

Staring. 

Spotlight is like a thousand suns 

Sweating, doubting, silent. 

Brain is wracking,

Mouth opens but nothing comes out,

Staring. 

Nerves jingle together as if in knots 

Embarrassment is at a mount 

Voice comes out at last, 

Had nothing to worry about 

Applause.