Standing here

A Poem by bre

I don't know why I'm here

why I'm whispering in this room.

Everyone's staring at me,

but no one has a clue.

That standing here I'm terrified

of you, you, and you.

© 2010 bre

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Added on November 3, 2010
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bre

niagara falls, NY

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