Arms folded
as if cold shoulders hunched
in the shape of the old
veins fizzle with worry
brain shrinks
with the fear
of not being liked
heart pounds for approval
eyes down cast on the floor
for anxiety of looking up
and seeing the other pairs
silently talking
the smiles bonding
and I'm stuck
on the other side
with cold veins
and a worrying brain.
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