Public Speaking
Beady stares,
critial judgment in those chairs,
blanking out,
keeps me in doubt.
One thing that I absolutely fear,
has been reoccuring year after after.
Public speaking.
My nervous sweat is what is reeking.
But deep a deep breath,
regardless of me wanting to escape humilation death-
confidence, clarity, calmness.
all make my fear less ominous.
Poise, practice, prepartion.
Keys to Success Station.
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