Just a random poem. Got the idea from the details thingy poem.

"What is it?" she asked.

I shrugged and looked down at the floor.

My hair fell down and masked

my face which flushed red.

I stared at the holes in my converse,

seeing if I could spot a bit of sock.

It didn't matter how many times I had had to rehearse,

the conversation which I was about to have,

the heart still beat too hard in my chest

and I still felt as though I was about to faint.

She took hold of my shoulders and tried her best

to get me to give her eye contact.

Instead, I looked past her

at the rest of the teenagers in the canteen.

A group of pretty girls sat messing with their shiny long hair

and several boys were playing a game of cards,

one of which had mastered the skill of being able to bluff.

At another table a girl was smiling up at a boy she fancied

while he tried to impress by acting manly and tough.

The boy's friends tried not to laugh

as he flexed his muscles which did not exist.

The table behind, a crowd of friends sat talking and joking,

whilst making a list

of those to invite to the wild party on Saturday night.

Hidden in the mass of noise and people sat in the room,

a few students were sitting all alone,

thinking about their lessons which couldn't come too soon.

I watched them as they ate their lunch in record time,

regularly throwing glances at the clock which stared down at them from high up on the wall.

It told me that I had been stood in silence for almost a minute.

A minute didn't seem right for all

that I had seen happen around me,

from when I was asked the terrifying question,

to the moment I look back at my friend with compassion

and reply, "You".