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