Voices

by Kat
(USA)

I hear their voices
beyond the wooden door fame
They begin to laugh
as they mention my average looks
and my OK talents
I am not what they expected me to be
I shout at them
"I'm sorry" I have disappointed you
As I shout they torture me with their silence
It kills me to know that
I can not surpass their expectations of me
I fall to the cold tile floor
and hold myself as I cry next to the door
It begins to rain and their voices grow
more intense as the storm picks up ...
I awake...
alone hearing the rain outside
I exhale with relief
feeling safe in my sanitary now
"It was all a dream"
I think out loud to myself
....But then the voices pick up again.