Nervous
Spent two weeks preparing this speech
Never once thought I'd finally reach
The stage in the auditorium
What I'd give to do it all again
Practice a little bit more
Right now breathing is a chore
My heart thumps against my chest
This really isn't the best
My breaths speed up and my vision clots
Suddenly choked by black and white spots
Take a deep breath and count to nine
Once I'm done I should be fine
Anxiety's not gone yet, what do I do?
It's too late... that's my cue
This poem is about:
Me
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