How It Starts

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Open Prompt: Write a poem 15 lines or less, Structured or Free Verse, on the topic of your choosing.
Written for "The Whatever Contest." "The Whatever Contest -- Closed for Now" 

Line Count: 11

The air's too thin, I'm sure of it
Why don't the others notice?
They're still smiling, chatting, looking
casually
At me.
At me.
I best smile too, so they don't see,
I should talk too,
if they have air, then air is here
there is no air there is no air
Why don't the others notice?