She sits there frozen
The room
It's just
Too Loud
Her knees tucked up
Her head rests on them
She tries not to hide her eyes
She doesn't want them to know
It feels like she can't breathe
Her knees are too close
Her chest too compressed
But when she lets her knees looser
She feels unsafe
Like the room has grown colder
The noise doesn't stop
They keep getting louder
They don't mean to do this
But she panics
She freaks out
Because of-frickin-course she does
And of course they notice
And now she's ruined it
And now it's worse
Because now they know
She's a freak
She can't handle anything
She's just too weak
If they hated her before
Like she thinks they did
Surely they won't invite her out anymore
-Cat
YOU ARE READING
Glass
Poetrya collection or a grouping or a gathering or even an anthology, if you will, of poetry. Now edited and revamped, this volume of work is complete in my eyes, but I have a new and similar book I will be working on called Something Else Out There
