Posts Tagged ‘Scared’

I didn’t expect to be so scared.

I’m just going back,

but there’s so many new things in my life.

I want to explore,

and yet I’m scared of the unknown.

I want to succeed,

but I’m terrified of failure.

I’m hoping someone will be there

to lend a hand and help me through this.

Please tell me this isn’t dread, just nervousness.

I sit behind a stale white square,

there are white walls before me,

whispers behind me.

Scorching yellow bee-buzz

forms sweat on my brow-

they are talking about me,

they are talking about me!

What are they saying?

Do they know where the marks on my pencil are from?

Do they know where the scar on my back is from?

My pulse ticks in half the time of the second-hand.

It is growing louder!

They sense I am thinking about them!

Stop thinking! Stop thinking!

They know! They know!

I am held to my seat as if there was an anchor on my lap.

The buzz has me stuck like stone.