Drumming fingers

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Tap tap tap
The sickly song of stress
Beat it into the desk.
Don't cry.

Breath breath breath
Hear you lungs cry for air
See spots in your vision.
Don't faint.

Whisper whisper whisper
Look over your shoulder
Is it about you?
Don't break.

Shiver shiver shiver
You body's full of tremors
You can feel cold in your fingers.
Don't scream.

Beat beat beat
Your heart is running faster
Chest is close to bursting
Don't speak


'Nothing can harm you as much as your own thoughts unguarded' Buddha


AN: This is about anxiety and how I feel in a classroom when I'm anxious. Let me know if this relates to you x

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