It's your eyes
          And your shaky hands
And the way you swat your hair out of your eyes
with your shaky hands
It's the way you're not afraid of confrontation
And the way you grasp your water bottle when the trembles begin at school
It must be out of habit right?
Cluctching a bottle for comfort offers familiarity?
Yeah I get it
It's easy to detect
You reek of anxiety
It's almost
            contagious
Everyone feels it like the seasonal flu
But you hit me hard this time
And I mean hard enough to keep me in bed for days
Enough to stare at my ceiling until everything I knew turned into a daze
Enough to leave me trembling with chills and a fever
Enough to choke on my words
Enough to lose my voice
Enough to call out sick
                    Enough
It's not really the flu
But you get the gist
You're contagious