If things aren't done on time it causes me to ache,
I can't sleep at night
My teeth begin to gind
thoughts won't escape my head
Am I loosing my mind?
I can't pick a topic
or what to say in my speech
Everyones staring at me
What do I do now preech?
As the teacher looks at the attendence
She shuffiling around to pick someone to go first
My palms are getting sweaty
If she picks me now I'll burst
I'm bitting my nails down to the point where they bleed
My nerves have now taken over
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem