Beneath The Pressure

I sit here, staring at the page, Hands cold, breath shallow, mind in a cage. The clock ticks louder than my thoughts, Each second stolen, each answer lost. But I won’t give up, I won’t give in, This battle is hard, but I’ll still begin. I’ve come too far to let fear decide, I’ll rise, I’ll push, I’ll stand with pride. They say, “Just focus, you’ll be fine,” But they don’t hear this war in my mind. The weight of ‘what ifs’ presses down, One wrong step, and I might drown. Yet it's not about just numbers, not just scores, Not just a race to perfect doors. I have dreams, and I will fight, Through every storm, I’ll find my light. So I place my hand upon my chest, Feel my heart; I am doing my best. I trust myself, I will break through, My dreams are real, and I’ll make them true.