My anxiety is unbearable this time,
I'm having a break down.
The clock is about to chime,
But I feel like a clown.

When I walk in,
I know they will stare.
I know I'm not a ten,
But is this fair?

My insecurities fill my head.
Why am I doing this?
Critical is what I'm being fed.
I walk out knowing it's a hit or miss.

So here goes nothing...