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.
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