There I sat,
Poised at the edge of my chair.
The buzzing was starting to grow.
Teacher! Look my way.
Save me from
Myself.
The pressure swelled,
My chest was on the verge of
Collapse.
I need to leave
The teacher,
Finally noticing
My raised hand,
Nods to the door.
I’m free
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Diary of Insanity
PoetryKeep it together Jess. I hope sprinting through the halls was considered keep it together. out of control. I was slipping just hold on... hold on...