Who am I?

As I walked through a stream of faces

Chills run down my spine

My skin begun to water

I fidgeted

Shuddered in fear

That I may be noticed

My throat dried like the leaves during harmattan

My eyes as red as blood

Insecurity dressed me up

I stumbled as I moved

Scared to be noticed

I accidentally bumped into a body

A voice broke out

“What the hell!, who are you?”