Poems Have Feelings Too

Nervous

Nervous

Tick Tock

goes the the clock.

Around and around it goes.

My palms become wet.

When I start to sweat.

I hope this doesnt show.

I'm slowly moving down the line.

But I see everyone else is fine.

Except me.

Oh god, I think I'm going to upchuck my tea.

Tick tock

Goes the clock.

Around and around it goes.

My palms become wet.

When I start to sweat.

I hope this doesn't show.

I freeze when my name is called.

Will people be appalled?

Will I become a fool?

In front of my whole entire school?

Tick tock

Goes the clock.

Around and around it goes.

My plams become wet.

When I start to sweat.

I hope this doesn't show.

I see tons of my peers!

Each have their own fears

I have to face mine.

As I am no longer in the line.

When I start to speak

The colour of my cheak

Becomes a bright red shade of peach.

As I start to say my speech.

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock