Anxiety

I proved it that day.

I made it right.

Well, I guess?

They applauded that day.

I should be happy.

I guess?

"Never mind hatred

They are jealous, that's all";

I thus stepped out; there

Must be a good decision, but all

That I could hear

Was That the Only question

Lingering in my hall.

I answered and answered

But nothing ever cleared.

"Right or Wrong?"

This was the worst

That I feared!

Now I stepped out there-

Moving to where I came from.

But still not clear-

Should I ever be there?