Nervous Poem by Dana Richardson

I'm sitting,
I tap my pencil,
shake my legs,
bite my nails,
and suck my thumb.
Can't look you in your eyes,
my words come fast,
my breath comes slow,
My heartbeat speeds.
Looking around,
I break into a sweat,
lookin for the door,
grinding my teeth.
And I know you know,
I'm shiftin in my chair.
The room increasingly warming,
hands cold and clamy.
Pulling my hair,
laughing nervously.
You're in your zone,
I'm far outta bounds.
I'm on turf,
its your advantage.
Looking for my pace,
I'm too nervous,
too anxious,
I get up and walk away.
Feeling dumb, anxiety killed me.