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.