Hidden Poem by Cyrena Limage

I try and shrink so deep in my chair
Trying to hide myself, like no one's there.
Feeling their comments burn my skin,
Hearing their words as they reach deep within.
Breathing the air of such disgust,
Hoping a wind will blow my body as Dust

But the room is cold and lonely,
Light shining on everyone else but me.
Holding my seat to keep it still
Don't like the floor cracking against my will.
I feel my atoms trying to calm my lips down.
My body is moving without it uttering a sound