Mounting panic;
The walls close in;
All alone in
a crowded room.
Faces blur
as stares burn
fiercely through
my ever weakening
exterior.
Judging
every move
I make,
every smile
I fake.
Devouring
my heart
as I pour out
my soul.
Author notes
this is pretty rough, off the cuff...i used option 1 the line from "Breathe(2am)"...I love that song. I actually got to thinking more about the last verse "I feel like I'm naked in front of a crowd. These words are my diary screaming out loud and I know that you'll use them however you want to..."
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