Bars
Bars are as loud as large forceful speakers,
Makes me anxious, I play with my sneakers.
Hubbub, chattering, hugging, screaming, cries,
These are part of the fear that never dies.
It makes me feel alone, helpless, and sad,
Cause I feel no one loves me. Makes me mad.
With stares and glares, my innocent heart pounds
Like a kitten’s cry, thanks to such big sounds.
However, I still attend my friends’ gig,
Just cause I want my friendship to be big.
So think twice, before judging how I look.
It’s probably cause I act like the rook.
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