Walking into a room, where strangers are abound
Your ears sensitive to each little sound,
Heart beating in an irregular way,
losing the ability for anything to say.
Talking in a room, where your fears are bound,
Your eyes sensitive to bright light all around,
Palms sweating in an uncontrollable way,
Wishing you could end this without delay.
Running for a room, where control is found,
in your brain, there is fog all around,
Your stomach sensitive and without delay,
You find somewhere safe in which to stay.
Heart rate slows, a deep breath in, this day will end and you’ll begin.