The Hallway

I hate the hallway. 

I absolutely hate it.

I hate trying to walk in it, I hate trying to talk in it, I hate everything about it.

I hate the length, I hate the basic tile pattern, I hate the green lockers, I hate the dirty ceilings. 

I hate the mirrors, I hate the cheesey quotes, I hate the sky-lights. 

I don't hate it... I'm just scared of it. 

I'm scared of the people who walk by.

I'm scared of the ones looking at me... Do I match? Hows my skin? Is this shirt too small? Are my shoes out of style? 

I'm scared of the judgments that are made... Is that real? Wow he must be poor. Didn't he wear that yesterday?

I'm scared of the people who talk to me. The people who say "Hi," but it's like they wait until the last second...so I have to yell hi over my shoulder. 

I'm scared of the eye contacts... The ones I make but then quickly break off while acting like I'm reading a sign. 

The worst of these two is when the girl of my dreams makes eye contact and says hi. Wow that gets me... I barely manage to throw up a smile, and get a "hey" out. Wow...that was a creepy smile wasn't it. 



I hate the hallway, but the thing I fear most...is walking it alone.