Don't Look Down

Standing up there too scared to look down

I can feel all the stares my legs impared, i'm a shakey mess

Longing for something to grab on to so my wrists i tend to bound

A nervous tick my stomache turns sick i think it's from the stress

But with time i feel alright in the years that have come to pass

Thanks to all the times i had to present in front of class

It is still quite scary i always feel the fairy in my tummy when i speak

It's more than just presenting that makes my head start to twirl
It happens more often when i try to impress the girl

But even still i feel better then i used to at the beginning

My confidence has risen, a between me and public speaking, i'm winning

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