The muted whispers
of a conversation you’re
not part of echoes off the
walls.
You can almost make out
what they are saying but
the whispering and mouth
covering is just too good.
A chuckle and a giggle
breaks the shushed, muffled
words, but their conversation
is still a mystery.
Your self-confidence and your
anxieties, talking just out of
your
earshot. Self-esteem listening too,
but not talking much.
You try to inch closer but
they see you and they all
step further back, now knowing
that you’re eavesdropping.
How can they carry on without you?
What do they know?
What embarrassments are being
unfurled?
How can they do this to me?
You know you should be part of
the conversation, but they won’t
let
you in. Excluded from your own
mind
by your own mind.
“Jerks,” you mutter, kicking at
the dirt.
You shove your hands in your
pockets and
turn towards the hallway. Skulking
back
towards where ever it is you came.
“I’ll show them,” you say.
Planning your revenge.
But know you won’t.
You know their secrets already.
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