I'm trembling... The thought of failure is smothering; each gasp for breath only prolongs this feeling. My heart is racing... I'm going to be sick- but it's too late to run; cower in the waiting room chair until it's my turn now the hard part has begun. This script is terrible- my voice is hoarse but their blank faces make me want to prove them wrong. I say my name for the cameras- flash a smile and start. The me that I turn into is a stranger; my heart- their heart; my body still but they move at their own will and speak with words that I rarely use. This person is brave... this woman is kind... this is the person I become in my mind. Being afraid of failure- or too afraid to try; with both options behind me I smile and lie. I'm a happy person. I'm successful and sweet. On the inside I'm dead- but they don't care so long as I don't bleed.