Panic sets in as I feel my butterflies start to swim.
The bombs in my throat threaten to go off.
I squeeze my eyes shut while trying to remain calm.
My legs that are supposed to hold me up and provide support are not able to do their job.
Every bounce, every shake
Pushes me around,
Giving my insides an earthquake,
Making me feel sick.
Sick of being pushed around,
Sick of being kicked when I feel down, of an emotional turmoil.
Sick of being sick and constantly tired.
