Anxiety

My fingers start to shake as I stand up.
My heart races as I walk up to the front.
My vision starts to fail as I turn around.
My body starts to shake as I look at their faces.
My throat closes as I try to speak.
I start to sweat, my body heat rising.
I feel the need to scratch at my wrists or pick at my skin.
My eyes water, I start to shut down.
My breathing picks up.
I bite the insides of my cheeks.
I want to cry, I want to run away.
I feel the need to hide.
This is just one bit of having Anxiety. My life is ruined, but I don't mind.