Embarrassment

Looks like the bright red patches that grow on my cheeks.

Sounds like the awkward chuckle, the one I aim towards myself.

To my friends, they think their offensive jokes don't matter, but they do.

Smells like the dry moisture that sticks to my clothes

as he comes closer down the hall...

Taste likes the salt in my tears I shed when I'm alone.

Today's humiliations will hurt forever.

Feels like the heat warms further on my cheeks

as I see him watching me watching him.

As our eyes lock I go red and he smirks lightly then slowly turn away.

As I turn around I realize I've been caught spying on him.

Is this bad. My friends laugh at the show just displayed. It's bad I sigh.