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All the world is my stage, but I am not acting. Standing up for what's right and just. Sharing my passions and knowledge, about so many things... astronomy, history, ecology, the world in which we live.
Spotlight on the stage, a hush falls across the crowd. Know your audience. Delivery is key, eloquence is essential.
Hands cold. Sweat beading across my forehead but too numb to properly feel it. Deep breaths. Inspirational quotes. "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."
Suffocating. My chest tightening, My mouth drying, My hands shaking, My heart in my ears - pounding, But I am not even running.
Stand up and speak Not as easy as everyone claims Don’t be shy Stand up and speak Class presentation, sweaty palms Stand up and speak Karaoke event on vacation Favorite Drake song chosen
Pacing the hallway back and forth, I feel my breath quicken with each step. I receive the signal to enter the room,
Speaking unto all can be a very difficult thing not knowing that people might judge you or not for saying the wrong things. Having the temperature in your body rise
What if I told you That a girl was scared to speak So she never did What if I told you The room was silent and sad She did it for him For her dad rested
The Grass browns and the flowers fade The trees leaves wither and the winds blow colder
Do I look fat? Do I look scared? Do I look ugly? Gosh, why is it so hard to speak in public? I am standing here And you are all ears But I can’t face my fears
Fear, Such a silly word. Courage, Something I never had. Living and breathing, Never doing as I pleased. Terrified to speak, Always weak in the knees. Never knew how to say,
sitting alone on a red linen couch. the crackling crunch of a dim T.V. beaming up at me. pitter patter pitter patter, the scurrying noise of familiartiy.
I don't consider myself shy, I've just never been fond of speaking out loud. 99.9% of the time I am relaxed when it comes to presentations. Then, it is presentation day, And that 0.01% of anxiety floods my body.
I can sit in bed all day Write stories of love, And happiness, And success. And every expression of emotion Is guarded up; soliloquy.
Sitting in my 6th grade homeroom, 11 year-old bored of the pencils and the notebooks, Fiddling with my hands and fingers Wondering how long this boredom would linger
A sea of people, eyes wide and ears open listening intently to the compassion of my voice and conviction of my words which has now sent me on a brand new journey
I walk across the hollow deck placing my hand on the railing of the bow and I gaze across the sea. I close my eyes and breath one
Classes, assignments presentations in particular, they get us so stressed out. Let's stick with the presentations, for the moment and think about this: how prevalent the fear of public speaking is.
words are always getting tangled up on my tongue
If you know the feeling of the warm sun peeping through your window, it means you’re blessed to feel a sensation.
She was in a theater Where the chairs were uncomfortable and mushed together It was so crowded, people around her kept elbowing each other “Oh I’m sorry, oh I’m sorry” they replied Everyone was talking at once
you say i never talkbut that's not really truei love talking very muchi'm just afraid to talk to you in my head i make senseand i want you to knowthat there's a very good reasonwhy i talk so slow
I have these scars from you. And I don't mean just you I mean everyone including you. I'm too big. I have an eating disorder. I ache from depression and battle anxiety.