Mar 2019
I can feel the sweat fall down my back
knees weak that I can no longer stand
the feeling of those eyes watching me from the front
as my back becomes wet
and the tears begin to flow
I can tell tonight I will be a no show
I try but I cant
I want but I wont
I can't
I feel ill but i'm not sick
the coward in me is a *****
I can't do what I want
I can't perform
I can't speak
the little things are possible
but the coward in me made them the impossible
knees weak that I can no longer stand
the feeling of those eyes watching me from the front
as my back becomes wet
and the tears begin to flow
I can tell tonight I will be a no show
I try but I cant
I want but I wont
I can't
I feel ill but i'm not sick
the coward in me is a *****
I can't do what I want
I can't perform
I can't speak
the little things are possible
but the coward in me made them the impossible
this is about my anxiety to do the smaller things like sing in front of a crowd or introducing myself to a new person to others the small things are so easy but to me the smaller things are the impossible
