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No One Special
Poems
Sep 2013
Waiting..
My heart quickens its pace
As I sit, wait, and anticipate
Shaking hands, rattling teeth
Nervous beyond belief
Was I too fast? Was I too loud?
These are the questions I ask myself
Would my parents be proud?
Or like a trophy collecting dust, put me on a shelf?
Toes tingling, face warm
My heart is torn
I want to go, yet I'd like to stay
At home in bed, I wish I could lay
People encourage, while I protest
They say I did better than all the rest
I try and calm down
Without making a sound
Here it comes, the moment of truth
Like sitting in a photo booth
Waiting for the camera to flash
3... 2... 1... my heart turns to ash
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