She smiles not, nor takes delight
At the cause of their excite.
Summoning all within her,
She struggles to remain polite.
A deer caught in the headlights,
She strives with all her might,
Not to run and not to scream,
Though her heart constricts so tight.
Their voices continually rise,
And their laughter intensifies.
As it echoes off the walls,
Her soul within her cries.
I can’t get a word in edgewise!
She speaks through agitated eyes.
Her fear is morphing into flame,
And her propriety quickly dies.
In her skull it could be found,
Their chatter bouncing round.
The stress lies just beneath the surface;
Tightly as a clock she’s wound.
Under duress her voice’s drowned
And chained to Stress she’s bound.
Claustrophobia invites itself in,
And her vexation mounds.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” she finally screams,
“I’m tearing at the seams!”
Her plea is met with silence,
For her outburst was quite extreme.
Her reputation, once highly esteemed,
Shall never be redeemed.
But does she care? Heck no!
And for the first time, she beams.
“Ahh…peace” she sighs.