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A room full of people.
Yet standing alone.
Wanting to be gone.
Anywhere, but here.
Persons can be cruel.
Their snub a direct hit.
With head held high, a quiver,
trying not to fall apart.
Jaws locked tightly.
To keep from reacting.
If one were to bite,
one’s tongue will bleed.
The group banter in fun.
Sly jabs they shoot.
Eyes that catch their guilt.
Twisted smiles on their faces.
Is one paranoid?
The mind is not mushy.
Is one imagining this?
No, for fear is felt.
Can it get any worse?
Yes it can, it will.
The pack looks to its leader.
Awaiting its command.
A whisper given.
It spreads like the wind.
How can one stop disaster,
when all control is lost.
The instinct for survival.
To flee as fast.
Push down this panic.
Don’t show fear, don’t flee.
To think differently.
To stand outside…