The dreadful day is here,

I’m trying to breathe in and breathe out,

My mind is saying “I don’t want to be here,”

My mind is saying “I want to get out,”

I feel scared to be here.


Please don’t look at me,

I don’t want your attention on me,

Your stares are scaring me,

Why are you doing this to me?

Why am I letting you do this to me?


I don’t like doing presentations,

Why do I have to do something that I don’t want to do?

I feel like I rather die then do presentations,

What do I do?

I might panic because of these presentations.


Should I quit or face my fear?

I guess all I can do is break down and cry,

I’ll cry and then I’ll face my fear,

Yet I won’t let the crowd know they are the reason I cry,

I’ll do my best to smile and do my best to hide my fear.