Shaking, breathless, stumbling.
Shaking hands on a keyboard.
Feet tapping the ground.
Anticipating the failure that is yet to come.
Judging eyes, whispering voices, silent laughs.
Palms sweaty, heart racing, stomach churning.
A fight that I can’t win. When will it be over?
Sweat dripping from my forehead like a leaky faucet.
Another presentation, another grade, another attack
Sliding down further into my seat, hoping the teacher won’t notice me
My A slipping through my fingers faster than my sanity
Struggling to catch my breath, I hope no one notices me
Drowning in a sea of fear, waiting for my anxiety to attack me
How do I stop it from consuming me?
Just breathe, don’t think, you won’t be left behind
The world is no longer crumbling