public speaking
my legs shakes and my voice breaks,
I look at all the faces around me as sweat gleams on my forhead,
I try to swallow the dry feeling in my throat and try to find what it takes,
I never like being on stage where everyone lingers on to the words that are being said.
good or bad for the better or the worst I give it a shot,
I takes a deep breath and recite from memory all that I had wrote,
I feel like i'm on fire and that i'm burning up hot,
I feel like i'm stuck in more than one thick haevy coat.
They look bored and ready for me to finish this,
I sigh and stand straight and tell what I need to finish saying,
I hear someone cough,groan,and hiss,
each of my words I feel the others are weighing
but this must be done I insistence.
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