My heart is racing.
My speed, pacing.
My breath, I'm chasing.
I feel my stomach turn
This is a feeling I've outworn.
I feel like as if a million eyes were watching me.
But I'm just walking in the hallway, alone.
'you look like a loser'. 'they probably think you're a loner'
No one is saying that, just your thoughts.
My hands are in my pockets, fidgeting with my fingers.
Your thoughts linger for a while asking,
'why am I feeling like this?'
Oh wait,
It's just the anxiety.
