The Weight of Whispers
Wondering
Up and down
The halls
With each fresh step a new class
Filled with sounds of papers being passed out
Students on their phones
Pencils under too much pressure,
and Groans of laptops
As I continued to walk past each class
I heard them
My head started filling up
Filling up with all the possible things I could have done wrong
Now with each not so fresh step
Being a little heavier
Eyes
All on me
When I walk by they become a lot louder then they were before
Why are there voices weighing me down?
Why do I care?
I know I have done nothing wrong.
So why with each step, did my feet feel heavier and heavier
When I finally made it to where I was going
I turned back
To look into the eyes that were connected to the voice
But when I turned back Nothing
Not a single pair of peering eyes on me
Not even the faintest whispers
Everything just
Gone
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