It’s a mental thing; a mental switch goes off
in my head when verbal communication comes
into play; hours, days, weeks, or months before,
I experience a period of pure hell; I cannot sleep,
and walking on eggshells becomes the norm.
Mentally, I don’t know how to cope with
the upcoming engagement; I’m worried about
what other people may think about me
and how I don’t want to embarrass myself
in front of them; I know my voice will shake,
and it’s going to be a disaster. I can’t shake
the feeling off that I’m not good enough; I’m
a long way off from remembering my self-worth;
at that moment, I’m too stuck in my weaknesses;
my mind goes through another period of drowning.
As always amazing poem πβ₯οΈπΈπ§ββοΈ
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