If it wasn't for the cold sweat
I break into upon waking

If it wasn't for the bottle of prescription pills
Shaking aroundin my bag

If it wasn't for the panic
Defiantly displayed in my betraying eyes
Darting this way and that
Trying to follow the tennis ball thoughts
Flying around my brain

If it wasn't for the pen-chewing
If it wasn't for the foot-taping
And the general constant fidgeting
When I ought to just be still

It it wasnt for the artifiacial evergy and smiles
Hoppping around at work to the Peanuts Christmas Theme Song
Like I can dance the worry away
Meanwhile I can't help but secretly wonder
If everyone's secretly just laughing *at* me

If I could just get a grip on those things
You'd never know I'm a nervous wreck

12/14/2004

Author's Note: You'd think I witnessed a freakin muder, for God's sake. It was just a divorce. It was just a custody battle. The worl has since recovered.

Posted on 12/14/2004
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