My stomach is rumbling my thoughts are a mess
I'm sweaty, nervous and a bit short of breath,
My throat feels so dry my legs are so weak
As if I could not stand on my own two feet.

I'm shaking all over for I'm scared to death
Of speaking to people who seem to be deaf,
I stammer and stutter the words come out wrong
I keep knocking things over so what else could go wrong.

I can't handle speaking to more than just two
So this I will ask you, please don't ask me to,
For I hate speech making that is a fact
Yes I hate speech making so I hope that that's that.