Hands are shaking,
Stomach aching,
Brain is taking
Far too much time.

Might start praying,
Nerves are fraying,
Mind is playing
Its tricks on me.

Pen is leaking,
Desk is squeaking,
Sweat is streaking.
Fuck the degree.

Clock is ticking,
Nothing's sticking,
Bones I'm cricking,
Stifle the whine.

Feel like crying,
Feel like dying,
But still trying
To be just fine.