Watchful Loneliness

by Harshita Das aged 14

Stepped on the parquet floor
Watchful eyes tracking every fault
As their peering gazes bore
Into me; My steps came to a halt

A crowd clustered around
Eagerly waiting for me; the Other me
I opened my throat to make a sound
I wondered why it felt so horribly lonely

Stomach churning, I heaved inside
As they howled from the stands
I wanted to run; I wanted to hide
Instead I smiled and cheerily waved my hands

Although millions watched me
and my warm gaze and pretense of fun
I had the horrid feeling, you see
Of being seen by no one

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