And my fingers ache from the tugging

Of worried teeth and I clench fists

Against the pain in frustrated futility

And wait in silence, pattering out a pulse

With restless feet, distracting my mind

From pointless worries and hiding

Inside the pounding beat. But my

Heart thumps to its own tune and

My feet mark out a broken pattern

And my breathing is shallow and

Erratic, lost in the frantic spiels of

Thought whirring through busy brain

And if only I could just shut it down

Be cool, focused; ooze confidence

But I hate facing interviews.