Every time I walk
into the room
Anxiety rushes
over me
Sweaty palms,
negative thoughts
And a tightening knot
in the stomach
I feel everyone is
staring at me
And waiting for me
to fall
But are they
really?
Or is it just in
my head?
Why would they
look?
I am nothing special anyway
I’m just a normal
person like them
Trying to
understand life
Jo Anne Kennedy
February 2014
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