In a quiet room full of people I think I know,
Holding my breath I stepped in avoiding any fray.
There is a loudness in the whispers I hear;
Whispers shouldn’t be that loud, should they?
Every syllable hits my eardrum with multiplied intensity;
Enclosing my confidence in a box of a square feet.
Feet to centimetres, centimetres to milli;
Strangled me as my strength deplete.
Boundaries are rising with a velocity inversely related to my circle;
Circle of friends who haven’t disjoint.
The radius decreases with every vacant chair;
Ends with a pin point to balance my pointe.
It is getting difficult to balance my centre of mettle;
A slight change and it will pierce my esteem.
Going on my knees seems futile;
The fact it is a Kobayashi Maru makes my heart scream.
This empty hall is playing a pedal steel guitar in a monotone;
Made me stuck my head in the eye of a cyclone.
They thought it was mutual;
But only I was in a stranger-zone.