Panic

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Sitting in my room all alone with only my thoughts to keep me company. My phone softly plays Beethoven's fifth symphony. A thought sneaks into my head about the presentation I have to give the next day. My heart starts racing with fear, and my thoughts are going wild. Do I fake a smile, and act like I'm not really nervous? What if I mess up, and embarrass myself in front of everyone? As I try to hold back the tears, I look at my phone only to see that my friend has called me. I deny the call, and the tears roll down my cheek. Why can't I be different? Why do I have to be scared like this? Why does my mind react like this? My thoughts keep racing. I can't keep hold of one thought. I tell myself to calm down, but that doesn't help. I want the pain to go away, but that is impossible. After a few minutes pass by, which seems like a few hours, I finally calm down. Hopefully, this won't happen again. Maybe... Just maybe... All those fears won't find their way back to me again.

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