This Wednesday is turning out to be a worse day for me
How am I expected to face such crowds?
How will I be able to pass out my words
Without collapsing first
My name was called to take the mic
With heavy feet I stood up practically trembling
Frankly,I think a little pee wet my pant that moment
Hands soaked with sweat
In that moment I was just thinking to myself
Who forced you?
This thing isn’t compulsory
Can’t you just run away
I finally got to the stage
Different kind of faces and eyes
Staring right back at me
Daring me to say what I have to say
I looked down at my paper
Looked back up
Then I gave up
Being a voice is scary
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