It's almost a chill,
a body chill,
like a draft that bothers you,
but not enough to worry about.

A strong sense of confidence,
belief in yourself and endeavors yet to be,
words connect with ease,
thoughts flow with incredible accuracy,
any mistake is corrected in a short second
and it's existence is forgotten like a bad moment in your past.

Nervous energies,
focus, focus, focus,
project, projected,
understood,
and done.

It's a chill,
a sharp one,
now a stone,
worn out, in fear,
a fleeting feeling,
but it's not real.

It's a chill.

Good. First time I've liked anything you've done.

The fourth stanza/verse is by far the best.

The second stanza is wordy and lines 3-4 aren't that interesting. "In your past" is redundant.

Third stanza is my least favorite.

I would cut the second line of the first stanza.

I would get rid of the fifth stanza.

The more sparse and imagistic this poem is, the better it will work. Try cutting down on your adjectives.