Anxiety
As I stand bravely in front of thousands
My body starts trembling with fear and thoughts
I try to calm myself down
But standing still makes me tremble with a frown
I'm shaking, now
Everyone is looking
They know that I'm shaking
They won't want to hear me now
They're thinking,
"She's afraid"
"She's scared"
Truth is, I am
As I stand on the stage
I start to rage
But instead of anger
I use words
Poetry is how I deal
With the hatred of enemies
Poetry is the way I live
With anxiety
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