Imprisoned Words She asks for volunteers And my stomach fills with dread. My grades need participation But my tongue lies heavy, thick, and dead. With every name she calls My chest tightens a little more. My heart pounds, my breathing quickens, And I start staring at the door. I want to go to the nurse But what will I say? "I have anxiety, I can't finish the day"? No, there's no excuses. Remember? It's all in your head. But if that is true, Why does my tongue feel like lead. I physically cannot Simply raise my hand. And my moment's passed now This just won't go to plan. I listen and squirm In my seat, filled with shame. Wishing that I could stop panicking When she calls my name. But no matter what I do, No matter how hard I try, It seems that my words Will be stuck every time. #titlechallenge