Nerves
Hazy bell lights are hung lazily
Against the four walls
Nerves are inside
Others nerves whose are relaxed
Mine which are tense
What others do for fun
Is what makes me internally run
Half of the people in a circle
Half of the people around
Dancing
Dance in public
I had never done it
My friends grab my hand
To dance together
I resist
Screw it, I think
I started
I was in it
I finished
It was done
Embarrassed
But also happy
It was done
I still have that nerve from before
But not as much
These nerves are changing
growing to become less nervous
This poem is about:
Me
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