i hold my arm when i talk.
a sign of innocence, i guess, because im not sure what im saying.
im nervous.
scared.
my hands.
i dont know what to do with my hands.
what do i do with them?
where do i put them?
i dont know what to do with my hands.
i clench my leg with one, fold the other over to hold the clenching one.
i rub up and down, trying to comfort myself as much as i can.
i am weak.
i have to keep myself together.
im scared.
i try to hold myself up…
and then you ask what i am doing.
i fall into pieces.
you scare me.
