Trouble
I really hate this feeling,
My heat is too fast
My stomach twisting
in unmanageable knots
hands are shaking so.
my knees wobble.
too hard to control
what will they find?
that it will never be mine
why cant they set me free?
just leave me be?
I really hate this feeling
to finally be caught
my mouth, utterly dry.
tongue swollen, ready to cry.
my eyes brim with tears.
But, i cant let loose now.
My brain on hyper drive.
still i cant think clear.
Why cant they set me free?
just leave me be?
I really hate this feeling
Of finally being caught.
Copyright © Kristenna Gaylord | Year Posted 2011
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