Standing in the audience, I await the words from my teacher.

She stands and presents a poem of mine I composed.

She reads the title, I cringe.

She reads the poem, I blare red.

She finished the poem, sorrowful looks glance my way.

She read a poem of deep meaning, yet sad and depressing.

Every eye stares upon me, casting silent pity.

Yet, I sit there embarrassed, and broken further.