Anxiety

They called out my name.

The class clapped.

They know me, 

But they don't see how,

my stomach was knotted. 

My heart was pounding. 

Beating.

I couldn't see anything 

My vision was black,

What was I doing?

Too many people.

Staring at me.

I was panicking.

I can't do this.

Anxiety,

What were people thinking? 

Could they see that they were making me nervous?

But I stood there, gave the presentation, 

Face turning red all the while.

I stopped talking, 

walked rigidly back to my seat.

Anxiety.

The things it does to you. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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