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

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