A/N: I just found a few of my old poems lying around, so the next three poems are old ones, just so y'all know. This one I wrote about two years ago for a mini slam thingy my class was doing.

Through my dark, sinister thoughts,
I hear my name being called
And a thousand heads turn in my direction.
Their cold, apathetic eyes pinned on me
As I stand up and,
My legs trembling with each step,
I walk slowly to the front of the room.
My heart is pounding like a bass drum
As I force my gaze to look towards my classmates
I open my mouth to speak,
But the words stubbornly stick in my throat
Making it hard to breathe
And I'm thinking how stupid I must look,
Standing still and silent like an old rock
At the front of the room, with my mouth slightly agape
Everyone watches me expectantly
Waiting for me to recite my poem.
In some of the eyes I see pity
In some of the eyes I see scorn
Some of the eyes are just bored.
Eventually they give up on me
And I'm sent away again.