nervous
I hold my breath and look around,
others are doing the same and nobody is making a sound,
Inside I feel my heart begin to pound,
I feel like there is something that might be found.
They sweep through us searching us for weapons and luckily i'm clean,
I walk on to my destination,
I don't know what I thought they could have seen,
I look around around at all people swarming in like an infestation.
I quickly go to the room where I am supposed to be at,
I look around seeing where other people sat at before us,
Then comes in some lady who is fat,
Others laugh at her and then she starts to fuss.
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