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12.5.11 Better than me Is that what you are? Better than me, Is what you should be. Your knees wobble, it’s all I see. Your voice quivers, giving me shivers. As I cringe, I need you to be, better then me. My walls are crumbled As your words grow jumbled, I stand there with you, In front of the crowd. Every noise Seems so loud As you face My fear with grace. WE are the dear Caught in a headlight, I feel the cold Of the lonesome night. I feel the sweat drip Down my face, I feel a disgrace As I quicken my pace. But i need you to see You are better than me. ___________________________________________________________________________ This is inspired by the bravery that it takes to stand infront of a crowd and show something you have created. It highlights that public speaking, at least infront of highschoolers, is a big fear and weakness of mine. It also highlights the empathy and solidarity I feel with people who feel the same way as I do when they stand up there, next to that microphone.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 4:50 AM UTC
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12.5.11 Better than me Is that what you are? Better than me, Is what you should be. Your knees wobble, it’s all I see. Your voice quivers, giving me shivers. As I cringe, I need you to be, better then me. My walls are crumbled As your words grow jumbled, I stand there with you, In front of the crowd. Every noise Seems so loud As you face My fear with grace. WE are the dear Caught in a headlight, I feel the cold Of the lonesome night. I feel the sweat drip Down my face, I feel a disgrace As I quicken my pace. But i need you to see You are better than me. ___________________________________________________________________________ This is inspired by the bravery that it takes to stand infront of a crowd and show something you have created. It highlights that public speaking, at least infront of highschoolers, is a big fear and weakness of mine. It also highlights the empathy and solidarity I feel with people who feel the same way as I do when they stand up there, next to that microphone.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 4:50 AM UTC
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