It builds up
It starts with the tapping of the top of my shoe
The clicking of the mechanical pencil in my hand
The breathing of 32 students in the room
The words on the paper no longer mean anything
My hearts racing 100 beats per minute
The sound of the clock seems to be the loudest thing in the room
15 minutes left....
5 minutes left.....
3 minutes left....
Time seems to be going faster than usually
It's starting to get hard to breathe
*DINNGG* "times up pencils down"
This anxiety is killing me.
YOU ARE READING
Don't forget to water the roses
PoetryPoetry for The weary, for the undecided and "can't hide it" for the somedays and will be's for the love struck and the newbies. These words will flood your mind with inspiration, how to learn to forgive, and love. Not just someone else but yourself.
