we've all been here,
this hole we've dug for ourselves.
the deep, empty hole that forms
in your stomach.
the stuffiness that forms
in your throat.
when you do something stupid,
annoying,
weird,
we call it embarrassment.
it's how we describe,
when we feel guilt,
scarce,
when our fight or flight instincts kick in.
you stumble into a hole you dig.
your cheeks go red from heat in that hole,
your hands grow shaky from trying to stay out of the hole.
your eyes grow teary from the dirt falling into them.
your throat grows dry from dehydration.
your stomach feels empty from starvation.
your heart beats fast from doing your all to stay up.
you grow dizzy, exhaustion creeps in.
and you try to get to a safe space.
that's the feeling you get,
that's called embarrassment.
YOU ARE READING
reality
Poetryi stole this idea from my good friend, @The_Chosen_Demidork -go follow her now! anyways this is some "slam poetry" or my daily thoughts.
