ORATI

I sit in the waiting room, feeling nervous and alone

I try to calm my racing heart, but it's hard to control

I rehearse the answers in my mind, hoping to impress

But I know they have many candidates, and I'm just one of the rest

I wonder if they'll like me, if they'll see my potential

Or if they'll judge me harshly, and find me inconsequential

I wish I had more confidence, more skills, more experience

But I can only offer what I have, and hope they see some excellence

I hear my name being called, and I stand up with a smile

I walk towards the interview room, trying to look calm and agile

I greet the panel with a handshake, and sit down in the chair

I brace myself for the questions, and hope they'll be fair

I try to answer honestly, and show them who I am

But I feel like I'm not good enough, and I'm failing the exam

I see them nodding politely, but I can't read their expressions

I wonder if they're interested, or if they have any questions

I thank them for their time, and walk out of the door

I feel a mix of relief and dread, and I don't know what to hope for

I wait for the results, and pray for a positive outcome

But I know the chances are slim, and I might have to succumb