Wishing to be invisible, I freeze as I sit.
Freeze into a place, a place I don’t fit.
I tense, I try to fight this urge,
Like fighting against a power surge.
The build up so great, nothing can stop,
This feeling inside me, its time, I pop.
Eyes in the back of my head gaze around,
Gazing to see reactions of that sound.
Wishing to be invisible, I freeze as I sit.
Sinking into a bottomless pit.
This is the process, the process in slow motion.
Over and over, I fight these emotions.
Copyright @ 2010 (Emma Stent)