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