I have a fear of having to perform,
It makes my emotions a whirling storm.
This feeling inside makes me feel sick,
I'm praying that it's not me they pick.
But my nightmare becomes a reality,
As all eyes turn to me.
With a shaky breath I try to speak,
My voice is worry filled and meek.
The judging whispers of my peers,
Only fuels my growing fears.
This is all too much stress,
My life is just an anxious mess.
My voice grows even more quaint,
As my eyes close and I faint.
CZYTASZ
100 random rhyming poems
Poezja100 random rhyming poems is an ongoing book that I started writing as a teenager really struggling with their mental health, and have continued on with through to being an adult. The tones and themes of each poem varies massively, which reflects how...
