Coming Up

My stomach tenses.
My heart races.
My mind can't imagine
The trouble I might be facing.

I won't know what to think.
I won't know how to act.
But it's coming up soon,
I'll just have to face that fact.

It'll be different from then on.
Nothing will be the same anymore.
I can only hope it'll work out
(And pray like heck fight before).

I'll live my life like normal;
From hour to hour, from day to day.
I'll figure it out in my head.
I'll plan out what I'm going to say.

This week might be the worst,
But there's a chance it may not.
It might be alright,
Or better than I thought.

~Originally written 1-8-2007~