Commotion,
Tapping,
Murmuring,
Giggling,
Chewing.
We, all of us sit
Facing each other.
I am Dorian.
They look.
I feel them.
They wonder,
Inventing in their minds
The internalities of the character
They make me,
But never getting in.
Better for them.
It is starting;
Now it is my turn.
Sit back.
Observe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this, got me thinking back to to all my lectures! Moyaxx