I will feel discomfort
It's apparent I'm uneasy
I'm terrified of
Scrutiny
Popularity
Simple conversation
Doesn't take much thought
Mind on a constant cycle
Yo'u can't, you won't, you'll fail
Cycling on an endless track
Soon
My fears will be made apparent
And I will have no choice
But to go back to this place
Which fills my soul with
Turmoil
Dread
A slow growing anxiety
180 days
Then it's done
For me school is far from fun
Cycle of anxiety
Shall I cope?
I soon shall see