I hate it when my throat starts to burn,
And my eyes start to cloud.
I hate it when my body starts to cramp up,
And my heart begins to race.
I hate it when my breath gets caught,
And I swallow my words.
I hate it when the goosebumps form,
And I start to shake.
I hate it when my words start to repeat,
And I begin to studder.
I hate when I part my hair,
And it doesn't part evenly.
I hate that I wear to not be judged,
And not worry about comfort.
I hate that I'm hiding,
Behind a mask of pretend..
I can feel the cramping pressure... you bring this tension out well