Panic Button

In front of you,
bloodshot,
muscle tearing smile,
trying not to be
the fool.

Crying...
worrying inside,
It shows on me,
in droplets of sweat
scared,
I hope some words come to mind...
“How was your day”
no,
Just play it cool,
quiver in my stomach,
face beat red,
I wish I was dead,
danger,
hit the panic button
“I need to go!”
I cower off
another lost opportunity...