Commotion,
Tapping,
Murmuring,
Giggling,
Chewing.
We, all of us sit
Facing each other.
I am Dorian.
They look.
I feel them.
They wonder,
Inventing in their minds
The internalities of the character
They make me,
But never getting in.
Better for them.
It is starting;
Now it is my turn.
Sit back.
Observe.
Aidan Keith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-for-the-lecture-to-begin/
