Measuring the Applause

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High School

Loud is how I scream, clapping my hands hard for the best-

almost violently.

Swallowing jealousy, the breath constricts in my chest.

I want you for me.

You are amazing.

Move away please.

So I can be good again.



I stand up, newly shaken, watching everyone be taken by your beauty-

I'm no longer ready... I'm slowly rebounding.

Judging the caliber, the air waves are steady

with the sounds of your subtle voice resounding.

And after, your popularity outstanding.



I shiver as I finish, for a sad and just cause.

I get so tired of measuring the applause.

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