Workshop

I sit humiliated.
White paper empty.
Black Biro silent.
Its scratchings prevented from occurring,
As it lies beside its master.

My eyes rove around the room.
No eyes meet mine.
Heads are bent to paper.
Brown hands diligently writing away,
And I tremble slightly.

The feeling of not belonging creeps over me and begins to suffocate and I wonder why I am here.

The clock is ticking nearby.
The scribbling continues all around.
With the exception of where I sit.
I sit humiliated.

© shellyhu