Eyes
they are not meant to scare you
they scream with emotions
some sincere some detached
but too many makes the room feel smaller
you feel trapped
you begin to speak but you trip on your words
your hands become sweaty
they start to feel more intense and
now you can't control the movement of your chest
your body begins to heat up
you want to quit
but you have to get through
you remember the advice
you gather your thoughts
and you push yourself
forgetting about them
you overcome your fear
This poem is about:
Me