Butterflies fluttering in my stomach, my heart is pounding like crap.
I'm apprehensived.
I don't know whether I could make it or not. I'm infront of thousands of people that are congregated to tjis notable function, and I have to convey a declamation. But I can't speak, it feels like my tongue is heavy with anxiety.
Anxiety is resting on my shoulder like range of mountains and I think i'll collapse under thier weight.
the audience is waiting for me to speak. They're tired of waiting. I can see it in their eyes, the impatience rolling off like waves.
I'm so ashamed for being responsible for the precious time they had wasted by waiting for me to speak.
R.Y
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Hopeful Destiny
Fantasythis book consist of collection of poems. mostly descriptive poems. eeriness, laughter and and grief will included within poems. i hope everyone who reads enjoy it.
