Deafening.

Pounding at my heart.

A never ceasing drumming line,

With no end in sight.

Murderous.

The feeling choking me.

That I didn’t do well, did it all wrong,

I have no excuses left.

Terrifying.

Biting at my nails in fear.

The consequences of what I’ve done,

Whatever it is.

Shaking.

Clawing into my hands,

Dreading what comes next, the future,

But I still don’t get the past.

Tapping.

My feet hit the floor.

I wish I knew why I felt this way and I never do,

But I wish it was soon gone.