The clock ticks loudly
My mind is cloudy.
The class stares at me
I wish I was free.
I open my mouth
But flop like a trout.
My face is on fire
I wish I was run over by a tire.
My hands are sweaty,
No I'm not ready.
As I finish my presentation
I wait for my conviction.
They clap,
I am not longer trapped.
I hurry to my seat,
I feel weak.
Never again
Will I give a presentation.