As I stand bravely in front of thousands

My body starts trembling with fear and thoughts

I try to calm myself down

But standing still makes me tremble with a frown


I'm shaking, now

Everyone is looking

They know that I'm shaking

They won't want to hear me now


They're thinking,

"She's afraid"

"She's scared"

Truth is, I am


As I stand on the stage

I start to rage

But instead of anger

I use words


Poetry is how I deal

With the hatred of enemies

Poetry is the way I live

With anxiety

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