The Scene: One person stands alone in the middle of the room, facing a table crowded with people. Conversations stop abruptly as everyone locks eyes on the person standing in the middle of the room. The room falls silent.
First Point of View
All eyes on me. Each stare weighs down on me like a cement block tied to my feet. Every glare pierces through my soul like a double-edged sword. To them, I’m an outsider. I don’t belong here. Now they watch my every move, waiting for me to encroach upon their precious circle of trust.
What must I do to gain their acceptance?
Second Point of View
Look at them. Standing apart from the crowd. Glistening like a freshly polished diamond. I admire their individuality. Instead, I force myself to be just like everyone else so I can blend in, unnoticed. I don’t want to be put in the spotlight. I don’t want to be the different or weird one. I wish I was bold enough to be myself and stand out from the crowd.