Stage Fright
My knees go weak
I count down the seconds
Hoping the clock will stop
thinking that maybe if it does
time will stop and I will
not have to get up in front of these
people and give my piece
What was I thinking
The early mornings are killer
My stomach is queasy
My hands shake
I know I get stage fright
Who do I think I am
A great orater
Why do I do this to myself
I get up, stand straight
and say my piece
Copyright © Natalie Lekang | Year Posted 2006
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