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.