I feel all eyes on me,
searing into my flesh,
as I break into a cold sweat.

I'm a bundle of nerves,
jangling like pins and needles,
chest completely sealed up.

My heart's in my mouth,
skipping a beat or ten,
about to near my wits' end.

Butterflies rush through
the knots in my stomach,
my skin crawling with bugs.

My legs feel like jelly,
my boots quietly quaking,
there's no mistaking it,

I'm hanging on tenterhooks,
at the end of my rope,
about to lose all hope.

As I go back home,
hoping for some respite,
the only thoughts in my dome,
are of tomorrow's plight.