Mosquitoes
Slapping my arms angrily.
Everyone watching me, I feel stupid.
As my hands shake, I can’t stop.
My body has a mind of its own,
and the bites need to be itched.
I visibly cringe as a mosquito buzzes
Past my ear, scoping out its next victim.
I pray silently that it isn’t me.
I’ve had enough.
I hate mosquitoes.
Buzz, it flies past my ear, buzz.
Hope they go extinct.