Everyone is staring at me,

I am certain of it

I’m not making it up

Not even a bit

I can feel the piercing eyes

Stuck to my back

Maybe I am going crazy

What the heck?

I keep turning my head

All the judgy frowns

My eyes, blood-shot…red

I must tell!

Mother, may I?

What is it dear, what do you need?

Nothing much, just to confess

I smoked some weed!