Tense, scared,
my muscles are tight,
numb, petrified,
paralyzed with fright.
I stare ahead,
wishing to chill,
but my insides are churning,
I’ve got goals to fulfill.
I want to be happy,
vacation, be free,
yet my hands are tied,
by a strong harsh decree.
I’m longing to run,
to flea from the pain,
escape all the agony,
and joy to retain.
mouth watering for glee,
smiles and cheer,
yet my insides are still,
unprepared, full of fear.