Stares

December 16, 2008
By Bryan Potter, Grafton, MA

Stares wiz by me one by one like bullets
As I dodge them, like my life depended on it
God forbid I catch one and engage
For I am weak, scared, and alone in this conflict
Stares of interrogation penetrate me
I can hear them
Who are you?
What are you doing?
They see right through me
Like an unwanted specter
No one notices my discomfort
As I sit in silence, twisting and turning
Adjusting my position over and over
Squirming desperately like a worm on the pavement in a thunderstorm
Desperate to escape drowning in the mud
I remain sitting in silence
But inside there is violence
I close my eye lids
And wish it all went away

The bell rings.

The author's comments:
I feel everyone feels the intense pressure of a stare everyonce in a while. To some the simple attempt of glimpsing into anothers mind, just for a second, can be absolutley unbareable.

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