Crowd (Poem)

I don’t want to stutter in front of the crowd,

I might stutter,

I want to hide from the crowd,

I don’t want the crowd to hear me stutter,

Yet I know have to face the crowd.


I feel sick,

I feel I might pass out,

I don’t like a crowd that makes me feel sick,

I guess it will be great if I pass out,

That way I won’t feel sick.


This is stupid,

I should just punch anyone who makes fun of me,

Then this won’t feel so stupid,

Maybe then they’ll learn not to look at me,

I guess getting angry is the only way I’ll say “stop looking at me stupid.”

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