Am I the only one that notices the slight twitch of my hands?

Am I the only one who can see that I am shaking and quaking inside of my boots?

Can you hear that my words come out more breath-like than auditory?

Is it just me or does it feel very self-conscious in here?

Yes, very very very hot in here indeed; in fact, I think I’m sweating.

Words are traveling at a velocity that my thoughts cannot keep up with;

I’m trying to pick up the pace, but I yell in my own face that this is

a race and the enemy cannot win.

I clap and clap and clap my hands shouting, “Come on let’s move it!” But all I’ve

ever wanted to hear was, “There you go, you’re doing it!”

I am the worst, yet the best person to confide in.

Inside of me lies the best of both worlds and my chest receives the backlash of it,

while my body absorbs this collision that was obviously man-made.

What have I done?

I look over my shoulders to witness my devil trying to kill my angel and I think

I’m rooting for the wrong one.

Serendipity and coincidences have always been my double-edged sword in the long run.

I think.. something in the very depths of me, cries for help.

I often speak to my inner child for that specific reason.

Man, the jig is up.