SILENT STRUGGLES

My preparation feels incomplete,

My trust in myself, growing weak.

My mind starts to freak,

With stressful thoughts that make me tweak!

 

They make me feel so weak,

My future, in front of me, seems bleak.

The migraine pounds inside my head,

A loud shriek! The words left unsaid!

 

Anxiety rises, hitting its peak,

And as an introvert, I can’t seek.

Help from someone, or so it seemed,

Trapped in silence, where I've dreamed.

Tahir Mahmood XI  O B