26 grudnia 2011
Stage Fright
Stage Fright
I’m no good at poetry,
I cannot make a rhyme.
I talk to fast or much to slow,
I can’t keep track of time!
Whenever I am up on stage,
I feel like I might faint!
Should I worry? Is that natural?
I'll see a doctor if it ain’t!
I can hear when I mess up,
Better than when I do good.
Nervous breaths of indecision,
By the crowd are understood.
I must move-always wiggle,
Tuck my hair behind my ear.
Slightly swaying side to side,
Your disapproval-my biggest fear.
When it’s over I always smile,
I’m blushing more and more!
The noise of clapping and of cheers,
I’ll know forever more!
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