Thumbs twiddling
Fingers fiddling
Under the table
Hair of sable
Concealing fear flashes
That hit like car crashes
Chewing on lips
Getting to grips
With every voice
And the lack of choice
To listen.
Eyes darting
Will starting
To crumble
And tumble
Down a slippery *****
Struggling to cope
With a normal dinner
Celebrating a winner
Who now tries to hide tears
Because of her fears
Of being here.