Someone’s watching me, I know it.
I smooth out my skirt,
pat my hair.
Quickly I glance around.
Someone is watching me.
I stand up and grab my pencil and sharpener.
I smoothly walk until
I suddenly stumble upon an unexpected bump on the ground.
Cheeks flushing,
I desperately look around.
Someone saw that.
No one looks back at me.
Someone had to have seen that.
Hurriedly walking the rest of the way,
I sharpen my pencil slowly above the bin.
I cannot stuff up this time.
Good. I inspect the pencil.
I look up again to see if anyone is watching.
No one is.
Yet I feel like someone is.
I scurry back to my desk.
Smooth out my skirt,
Pat my hair again.
Someone is always watching me.
I know it.


About everburningcinders

So so...where to start? Well, for starters, I can say that I'm one of those kinds of people that don't care about their hair, or desperately need another pair of shoes. In fact, if you see me, you wouldn't notice me at all. I'm just the shadow, sticking to the walls, head buried in a book or eyes glazed over in a daydream. I want to be listened to and I want to be appreciated. My moral in life: Life is life. Believe in it and suck it up. I look forward to meetin' ya all!
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