Cold sweat.
Fast breath
Stomach churning
Unending worry
Fingers drumming
Feet tapping
“I can't do it”
“They’re all staring”
“I’ll mess up”
“They’ll all laugh”
“Am I wrong?”
“Oh , how embarrassing”
‘What if say something wrong”
Nail biting
Paper crumpling
Hair twirling
Teeth Clenching
Ear fidgering
Nervous tics like tiny clocks.
A million tics, A million times a day
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Psalms of life and death
PoesíaPoems written by me mostly about my mental health struggles
