presentations
I get up with my project My heart is pounding My hands are shaking I get ready to speak and no words come out All their eyes are on me Watching my every move I hold back my tears I try speaking again My teacher hands me the microphone Oh God, they can hear me now What do I say? All they can hear is my heavy, fast breathing I look around the classroom My mind is racing I don't remember what my project was on The teacher says "Aren't you going to present?" I'm frozen, unable to move I can't handle this anymore I rush to my seat with my project I hide my face and start crying The bell rings I'm free I rush out the class with my belongings I head to my next class.
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