What Will They Say
If I trip and fall,
A crusty, seasoned, leaf to the ground,
But with a thump kind of sound as I fall,
A clumsy, toddler I seem to feel like,
Cheeks rose, red if I were to be pale enough,
Embarrassment,
Will they mock, will they laugh,
The room filled, all eyes glued as I collide with the
floor,
My after reaction determines theirs,
As they judge my unanticipated, flaw,
What will people say.
If i attempt to speak amongst a few or maybe
larger, a crew,
One word stuck between my tongue and my upper
teeth,
The next then stumbles over the first,
A stutter born,
Followed by random pauses and senselessness,
Idiotic, an understatement
How do I feel.
What will people say,
If my attire doesn't come across as socially,
satisfying,
Too vivid
Or too dull,
Too matched up
Or too blocked up,
Hey, I'm trying,
The crowd will forever talk,
They might even mock as they look,
Good or bad,
Regardless,
This crowd will talk,
What they might say, what they might not,
I find it hard to care,
My time, my precious time,
None is to be wasted,
Trying to be easy on the eye,
Why for them and not for me in any case,
What should be, simply should be,
This focus I will loose, if their favor I seek,
Let them speak,
Shoot their harmless words at or around me,
So what......
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