Scared (part 1)....

Cross legs....
Sat here.
All alone.
With the squelch of squeaky clean heels.
All knowing glances walk by.
Mumbled chatter and loose phone rings,
disturb my thought.
I'm trying to stay calm,
but the threat of needle in vein,
and news not good.
I worry. I'm scared.
I don't want this pain.
The clatter of those heels,
they pass in and out,
like nothing matters.
But i too am learning
to you, how this feels.