No Thanks!

My heart races
My face flushes
As I watch you
Scan my papers

 

Your eyes roam over the words
A disapproving quirk at your lips
I cringe and run back to my room
Back to unnerving silence

 

I try to relax
Listen to music
But you call again and again
Breaking my mask of calm

 

Maybe I worry too much
Maybe I'm just hallucinating
Maybe nothing's happening at all
Maybe you don't hate my words

 

But how can I tell?

You tell me I'm good
You tell me I'm bad
Either way

How can I tell?

 

So I avoid each time
There's a paper to be read
Please, no conferencing!
Good bye, no thanks!

 

My heart races
My face flushes
As I watch you
Scan my papers

Author's Note

This is what happens everytime an adult that is in my line of vision tries to read and correct my writing. I mean, I can stand it if I didn't know they were reading it, or if they're reading it out of my line of vision, but I start hyperventilating and getting anxious when I KNOW an adult's reading my writing...

Reviews

[Aeternal Oceanfire]

A feeling I can relate to. Great poem!

[rae52]

i know the feeling so well