NaPoWriMo – Day #8

I sit in a gallery of eyes
all watching me fail.
Pinned to a cork board,
I hang in empty time,
waiting

Small worries
chew at my brain,
crawl under my skin,
making me itch

The thing I forgot
is haunting me,
taunting me.

I try to close my eyes
and disappear,
but even though I’m mad
it doesn’t work for me.