Walking into the room,
my head up, flashing a smile.
Listening intently,
despite this feeling I'm having all the while.
These gazes I feel directed towards me.
I shift my legs, blushing and feeling small.

Another man stands in front of me today,
asking for my company.
I remember the danger, the pain. I feel nothing.
Closed off, losing my expression, I turn away.
"I'm sorry." I choke out internally, my voice small.

Everyone surrounds me,
I'm smiling with content.
Praise in every ear,
I'm slipping, these feelings need to vent.
I look into your eyes, flashing my brightest smile,
my hands flapping all the while.
These gazes I see directed towards me,
I cover my hands, blushing and feeling small.

Another tutor stands in front of me,
enjoying my company.
They begin to fill my head with wonder,
suggestions attempting to carve out my future.
I remember my hope of tomorrow, and the shrouds of fear.
Not ready and surrounded,
my accomplishments fade as the pressure is reminded.
I respond smiling in return, feeling small.

I gaze up at you, laying my head on your chest.
Here, I feel strong.
I gaze out the window,
wondering where with others I go wrong.
I trace my fingers over your cheek,
giggling and my heart exploding.
No matter what they say,
their voices are small.
Even if the moment can't last,
and the day must end,
I take comfort in knowing that you're different,
and no matter what will remain my friend.