Anxious
Nerves Racing.
Heart's Beating.
Why are they starring?
Is it my smile, my body, my hair?
Is it my personailty, Why should they care?
I just want to stop the stares...
I stare at my reflection.
Notcing my pale complextion.
Wishing someone would show affection.
Cause my hearts Jumping.
Nerves are racing.
I just wish,
The would stop the starring.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Our world