Anxiety.

I contemplated whether or not
To raise my hand,
Or to sit there in my seat
In silence.
My lungs were frozen,
It was hard to breathe...
Hard to speak.
The devil was holding me by my throat,
I was suffocating.
Fear took over my mind,
"You're gonna say something stupid."
or
"They're gonna judge you."
Repeating over and over in my head.
My heart's beating faster and faster,
Am I gonna die?
No, no...
I can't do this!
I put my head down and cried.