I AM NOT
This bluster belies the beads of sweat
Scoring his forehead and marring his vest as
His heart reattempts an escape from his chest
His eyes seem to dart as if they're on a quest
His words are so quick that they all come in bursts
His thoughts are belaboured; they seem such a mess
Still he doesn't think he's a man in distress
He's worried because he knows these are the signs
He's worried because it's happened other times
He's Worried. So worried. He's out of his mind.
A panic so manic, that it's a rare find...
I AM NOT!!!