ANXIETY

To be known? I looked at them and felt her presence, I could feel the pressure coming in, her hands gently on my throat, slowly and slowly I choked they watched. To be seen? I stood in front of them, ready for my speech, and I felt her, hovering around me, she touched me and I forgot to breathe, my hands went cold and I forgot to speak To be known? The hundred of eyes looked at me, waiting for me to speak, "couldn't they see her"? She was always there, like a bad smell following me around.