Stare Poem by Rebecca Springsteen

She hands out papers to everyone,
expecting me to fill it out.
It's about me, so why can't I put something down?
I stare at that paper, the black typed words
stare right back, as if they are daring me to do something.
She asks me if I'm alright.
I look around everyone else has already turned their
paper in, but they stare.
I nod my head and get up from my seat and
turn it face down in the bin and go back to my seat.
She picks up the papers from the bin,
and starts reading them out loud.
Thank the lord, I wrote nothing down.
I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me.