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Don't Call On Me
I was called on in class
and my brain turned to glass
I knew the answer, just not how to speak,
My heart started racing, and then I felt weak
They were waiting on me,
that I could see.
Each pair of eyes felt like lasers
and then they could see through my brain.
They thought I was stupid, and all I could feel was pain.
I stuttered but could form no intelligible phrases
I felt like dying, then I was scared, it all came in phases:
first humiliation, then sadness, then terror and repeat,
my anxiety took over, I lost in a feat.
Everything echoed, including what the teacher said,
I just nodded and looked down, embarrassment flowing down my cheeks
my pulse was throught the roof, I was sweating, I was weak.
Time had flown by, but felt so slow, and then the bell rung,
the embarrassment had gotten into the cuts in my lips and it stung.
I heard, "You can stay here until you are okay."
But I knew if I did not move, I would be there all day
so I got up and said sorry,
then walked to the next class.
I was in shock, I was scared, my brain still was glass.
I was humiliated, and that is understated.
So I read and I read in an attempt to be rehabilitated.
I worried and worried for forever and a day
for a while I was worrying my life away.
I was swimming in emotion once again:
first humiliation, then sadness, then terror and repeat,
my anxiety took over and I lost in a feat.
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I thought it was too long of a narrative poem, so I did it under nonfiction. Yes, this actually happened. Spanish class.