The quiet hide away,
As the loud shine,
As I stand here I sway,
Sweaty palms as if it's a crime.
My eyes dart around the room,
As she raises her hand in glee,
She makes them all swoon,
Will I ever be free?
Reading aloud is not for the weak,
Little do I know she admires me,
I raise my head and see a girl oh so meek,
Behind that girl's confident smile; we realise we are both victims of ANXIETY.
