I'm so scared
This is the most I've ever dared
I'm shaky and fumbling
My mind, mumbling
I stand on the line
Trying to pretend I'm fine
While I'm internally screaming
Pretending just to be beaming
I'm moving too much
Looking for something to clutch
Something to keep me afloat
Falling out of my mental boat
I tap my feet
Making the ground hold a beat
I glance around
Afraid to make a sound
I pop my knuckles
Not making any chuckles
I have so many nervous habits I do
This time, I don't have a clue
I push up my glasses
Thinking of the masses
I put my hair behind my ear
Hoping to endear
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It's only 11:05 this time. I wrote this about how I get really nervous before a race, or talking. It's stupid for me to get so worked up for no reason but I can't change myself. Cya.
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Introspection
Poetrynoun in.tro.spec.tion \ˌin-trə-ˈspek-shən\ : the process of examining your own thoughts or feelings I'm just gonna dump thoughts here. Probably sad. Maybe not.
