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Every time I look up,
their eyes are on me.

They whisper
to each other,
laughing quietly.

I feel exposed
but at the same time
I feel invisible.

I am not seen
for who I am.

They are gawking,
leering at me.

And when I speak,
I am ignored,
or worse, rebuffed.

I don't want to be here,
but I am forced
against my will.

The doors are locked;
I have no choice
but to endure.

As each day passes,
I find it harder
to stay composed.

I stare down
or into space
to avoid their glances.

But I can feel
the tears building
behind my eyes.

I can't hide
my emotions.

They can look through
my painted smile

and forced laugh.

The walls seem
to be closing in-
the room getting smaller.

And my heart
has never felt this alone.