Nervous
Nervousness.
The way your heart races,
when something happens.
The way your stomach feels like it's upside down,
when you get anxious about something.
The way your hands start to shake,
every time you start to overthink
about your decision.
That's what's happening to me.
From the most simplest thing ever!
I asked something to a boy I like.
He plays guitar, and I wanna learn!
I asked him if he could help me learn.
Maybe.
He said maybe.
He seemed nice about it,
but I'm super anxious.
After I asked,
he whispered to his friends about something.
One said "I'm so sorry" and hugged him.
I'm nervous it was about me,
I'm anxious he thinks I'm weird.
This feeling won't go away.
I hate my racing heart.
I hate my flipped stomach.
I hate my shaking hands.
I hate being nervous.
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