Sweating, cold, collected,
I can analyse the world around me,
calculate and be logical
when everything is spinning.
I can hold my own, when inside
I'm about to explode
with everything I've held - shaking,
trembling, shuddering -
in my clenched fists.
I know it's a struggle to see clearly
that I'm nothing new or unique,
I mean,
there have been a thousand
people before me with anxiety.
I don't even have anxiety.
I'm just afraid, I'm nervous.
And I guess that's okay...
Is it?