1, 2, 3, 4...
Pupils left to share once more
5, 6, 7, 8...
The countdown to increase heart-rate
9, 10, 11, 12...
Use a pre-made phrase from the shelf
12, 11, 10, 9...
Breathe in slow and you'll be fine
8, 7, 6, 5...
Nowhere to go or to hide
4 then a 3, reaching a 2...
now all eyes are on you.
There is no place where you can run,
As for a swift escape, there is none,
There is no way to avoid this one,
Was 3, then 2 and now it's done.
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The Quiet Club
PoetryThe extrovert ideal - The omnipresent belief that the ideal self is gregarious, alpha and comfortable in the spotlight. But how can you be those things if you're not wired to do so? Take a look through the eyes of those deemed "quiet" or "shy" as th...
