Foreword: Simply written about self belief, lack of it, how the nerves affect me and how I battle against them, with continual determination that I will overcome them.
The nerves are rising
Which ain't that surprising
As that's how I seem to be wired..
But most days I wish the electrician who did it was long gone and now retired!
But you won't take control
As my emotions you roll
Continually from high to low..
Self belief seems to flee when the pressure's on me
In me why can't I believe?
You walk out the door
With eyes fixed on the floor
Not seeing me not even acknowledgement..
Dare not look me in the eye
Your guilt to see me cry
Strut away with swagger and entitlement.
(©) Dom Giddy 2020