Anxiety

Tap, Tap, Tap 

The pencil hits the table continusly, 

allowing a sound to echo through the room.

They've asked if she was okay so many times, 

They ask why she's feeling this way

But she doesn't know.

Her body feels like its buzzing with energy needing to be realesed

Her mind runs with explosive thought.

She wants it to stop,

she wants the tears pricking her eyes to stop, before they fall

Before some one sees.

She feels like everyone sees,

But in reality most arent even aware anything is going on

Except for the tap of her pencil.

Her mind doesn't realize this though,

For her every person knows

For her every one is judging