Young Man

• Cassie Ward, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2020

His eyes stare right through me
They glare straight through all my shield they figure out exactly what I’m thinking
What I’m feeling
I can picture his face in my mind
The exactness is terrifying
I picture his hands and I picture where each knuckle and each finger lies
I picture the small details
I hope that it’ll mean that I never see the whole picture
That’s what I want to avoid