#WritcoPoemPrompt122

Someone has asked you a question,
That feels far too personal,
It's only a first impression,
You might be completely wrong and irrational,
But you don’t care.

You stand up,
Very fast and with all your might,
You hate when people talk behind your back,
Because you know you have a very insecure heart,
So you look around to see who is watching.

You see a girl,
She’s the first to show a smirk,
She knows,
She heard her call you a whore,
You want to cry,
But you smile and tighten your hands.

The next you see is a boy,
Probably the girl’s own toy,
He looks like a filthy thing,
Sitting next to the supreme queen,
You soften a little.

You feel that...