Fidgeting, sweating palms, racing heart-
Please relax I say; my insecurities can rip me apart.
I'm so scared, on the fringe of fright.
This disorder makes me believe that I'm not at all bright.
Although, I know better than best-
Yet, this illness makes me fall on a spectrum of less and less.
I try to fight it, and remember who I am.
A strong woman, equal to that of any man.
It just hurts so horribly, and this fear takes over.
I'm trying not to become drunk on negativity; but I can't stay sober.
So, I try not to let my walls swallow me up again; I say I'm fine.
Even the most darkened star has a twinkle; SO LET ME SHINE....