Clawing Anxiety
I have a fear of having to perform,
It makes my emotions a thunderstorm.
The sensation within makes me ill,
The feeling leaves me fragile.
I attempt to speak with weak breath,
Hoping and yearning for death.
My increasing worries are fueled by classmates,
Their judgmental whispers leave me in a bad state.
When all eyes shift to me,
My horror becomes a reality.
Right then and there,
I am ready to disappear.
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Heyo! My name is Kinley, and I am a junior this year. This is my third year in journalism. I am excited to say I am the Editor and Chief of journalism...