The elevator

I could feel it on my back

I felt like it was an eternity

And it was only a few floors

I couldn't move and I could feel his smile behind me, while he looked for friction with my back

My discomfort and fear didn't disappear, and the man behind me didn't want to leave either

At last the elevator doors opened

To think again about my way to school

Wishing I didn't have to see him one more time.