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Embarrassment biting at the back of my neck

Digs it’s venomous fangs deep down

The poison sinks in

I begin to turn red from the pain

Everyone sees

Nobody helps

Snickering under their breath

And writing little notes

Embarrassment still latching on

I’m fighting it

I can’t fight it

I’m trying my hardest

The red is still there

I’m starting to lose air

The poison is working

I’m blacking out

I don’t want to be here

Gasping

Clenching

Higher

Throat is closing

Getting tighter

Laughter

Beating harder

Beating faster

Falling

In a pit

Embarrassment

It’s got me.

I’m done for.