The flames of stress

The fire is burning the clock is winding down. I am drowning in the sweat on my head the weakness in my knees is burning me down the flame is getting higher I don't think I can last, I’m a sailor in a war standing by the mast this is a sprinting race and I’m just not that fast. all eyes are on me and I just can’t perform I’m standing in the corner I’m just not the norm. The stresses in my head are beating up my heart to make me run this race when I have a slow start.