public speaking
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All the world is my stage, but I am not acting.
Standing up for what's right and just.
Sharing my passions and knowledge,
about so many things...
astronomy, history, ecology, the world in which we live.
Spotlight on the stage,
a hush falls across the crowd.
Know your audience.
Delivery is key,
eloquence is essential.
Hands cold.
Sweat beading across my forehead
but
too numb to properly feel it.
Deep breaths.
Inspirational quotes.
"The only thing we have to fear
is fear
itself."
Suffocating.
My chest tightening,
My mouth drying,
My hands shaking,
My heart in my ears - pounding,
But I am not even running.
Stand up and speak
Not as easy as everyone claims
Don’t be shy
Stand up and speak
Class presentation, sweaty palms
Stand up and speak
Karaoke event on vacation
Favorite Drake song chosen
Pacing the hallway back and forth,
I feel my breath quicken with each step.
I receive the signal to enter the room,
Speaking unto all can be a very difficult thing
not knowing that people might judge you or not
for saying the wrong things.
Having the temperature in your body rise
What if I told you
That a girl was scared to speak
So she never did
What if I told you
The room was silent and sad
She did it for him
For her dad rested
The Grass browns and the flowers fade
The trees leaves wither and the winds blow colder
Do I look fat?
Do I look scared?
Do I look ugly?
Gosh, why is it so hard
to speak in public?
I am standing here
And you are all ears
But I can’t face my fears
Fear,
Such a silly word.
Courage,
Something I never had.
Living and breathing,
Never doing as I pleased.
Terrified to speak,
Always weak in the knees.
Never knew how to say,
sitting alone on
a red linen couch.
the crackling crunch of a
dim T.V.
beaming up at me.
pitter patter
pitter patter,
the scurrying noise of
familiartiy.
I don't consider myself shy,
I've just never been fond of speaking out loud.
99.9% of the time I am relaxed when it comes to presentations.
Then, it is presentation day,
And that 0.01% of anxiety floods my body.
I can sit in bed all day
Write stories of love,
And happiness,
And success.
And every expression of emotion
Is guarded up; soliloquy.
Sitting in my 6th grade homeroom,
11 year-old bored of the pencils and the notebooks,
Fiddling with my hands and fingers
Wondering how long this boredom would linger
A sea of people, eyes wide and ears open
listening intently to the compassion of my voice and conviction of my words
which has now sent me on a brand new journey
I walk across the hollow deck
placing my hand
on the railing
of the bow
and I gaze
across the sea.
I close my eyes
and breath
one
Classes, assignments
presentations in particular,
they get us so stressed out.
Let's stick with the presentations, for the moment
and think about this:
how prevalent the fear of public speaking is.
If you know the feeling of the warm sun peeping through your window, it means you’re blessed to feel a sensation.
She was in a theater
Where the chairs were uncomfortable and mushed together
It was so crowded, people around her kept elbowing each other
“Oh I’m sorry, oh I’m sorry” they replied
Everyone was talking at once
you say i never talkbut that's not really truei love talking very muchi'm just afraid to talk to you
in my head i make senseand i want you to knowthat there's a very good reasonwhy i talk so slow
I have these scars from you.
And I don't mean just you
I mean everyone including you.
I'm too big.
I have an eating disorder.
I ache from depression and battle anxiety.
