I can feel their penetrating stares, daring me to fall.
Their glares jealously beg me to misstep on my stilt-like heels to fall flat on
my face. They intentionally watch for the one wobble in my ankles to be able to
condemn me as imperfect.
Every step I take in the crowded,
suffocating halls, I feel the pin-pricks of the flying swords being projected
from their eyes. Tingling pressure encases me as I futilely try to brush off
their fierce looks.
Stumbling from focusing so hard on not
trying to trip, I see the slight smiles brighten their hateful faces and I have
to remind myself to recover. Deep breath and I lift my head high to display to
them that they can’t have the power over me any longer.
Their bitter stares go unnoticed by
me, for I have begun to ignore their judgments. With a smile gracefully
embracing my face, I strut the halls with unburdened poise to make them gape.
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