publicspeaking
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When I was a kid, I hated speaking in front of people
I used to hide from any opportunity there was to speak
From speaking to a relative or my teacher, I hated doing it
I sit quietly ignoring the pain, but she whispers to me. I try to eat, but she whispers to me. I try to laugh and almost succeed, but she whispers to me.
What is she whispering?
Hate. Slander. Lies.
Paddling so hard
from the water wall behind.
Too slow and i fall.
Then I tumble and I roll
to submerge to the unknown.
What do you actually see when you look into these dark brown eyes?
Do you see a girl with happiness all around her or a girl galloping through a meadow filled with dasies.That's what you think you see but you dont really see the
Tears trace my face as I stand over this sink
I am crying again
Every lecture I get, all the expectations I don't make
Droplets of sweat run down my face.
The pounding in my head just won’t go away.
I know my turn is next.
The anxiety has my mind grasped ever so tightly.
It squeezes and squeezes, never letting go.
I panic.
He's a failure
In my class he won't survive
17 and black?
I'm surprised he's alive
He's just a stupid football player
Is that all you think I am?
Just another statistic?
Disgracing Uncle Sam?
what seems so easy
isn't to some
makes them feel queazy
terrified of whats to come
speaking in front of a variety
for a simple presentation
those who suffer social anxiety
