i penned this in the morning. I was too nervous at the time. It is still untitled, but the title above can do just fine.
Sitting in my chair, shaking like a leaf
so nervous i can hardly breathe.
Will i meet the high expectations
or make myself mortally mortal...
wait, i am mortal.
Beautiful presenters, beautiful presentations
panicking politely while projecting pretense
composure
waiting for closure
while penning this poetic message.
Watching, the presentations
thinking, will i make me mama proud
shaking, so hard i feel it in my veins.
Hiding, hoping i am not too loud,
fighting, these temptations...
To duck out and never come back
sitting duck i will be
Four years worth of education
Can't go down the drain without my mention
in of my
intelligence
in matters like
these.
*&*&*&*&
I am so nervous... sorry... i have to go.
