You judge me,
Harshly,
Like you're putting this beam down on my head,
I'm on the stage & the crowd points & laughs while I stand there full to the brim in dread,
It's taking a toll on my mental health, & migraines keeps happening inside my head,
And I'm shamed for getting up late out of bed,
I sit there hunched over my phone at the table,
Meanwhile the indirect remarks & hurtful digs are said,
And my back is turned,
But yet, I can almost feel their eyes burn holes in the back of my head,
As they stare & judge me,
So I remove myself from the kitchen suddenly,
And walk back up stairs to my room,
And I sit on my bed & think how I lost that inner child who used to be so bubbly.