Clawing Anxiety


Inner thoughts and anxiety clawing at her. Photo by: Lauren Geall

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.