I shake constantly,
It may not be heard from the clatter of teeth,
Or seen from my hand as I reach,
But I'm shaking somewhere
In my head, my toes, my stomach
Its not because I'm cold, nor is it because I'm hot
I think the true cause of this shakey situation
Is the reflection of my mental status
Shakey,
Anxiety riddled,
Nervous,
Curious,
Adrenaline rush,
In all days and nights I'm shaking, seen or unseen
That is me
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On The Spot Poems
PoetryThese are poems, I hope you enjoy them. They come from my heart, and whatever emotions I feel at 1 AM... Have fun, indulge in them if you will. Thank you, Merci, Gracias, Danke and Spasibo
