I look out over the crowd,
And goosebumps cover my skin,
Waiting for my name to be called,
And the humiliation to begin.
I have this horrible condition,
It keeps me from speaking out,
It fills my head with silly notions,
And my heart with fear and doubt.
I walk up to my place on stage,
As the crowd waits for a speech,
The color absent on my face,
Drained by this horrible leech.
Now I'm standing in my place,
Shaking in my underwear,
I stutter and stop and start again,
People are beginning to stare.
I can't even hold the microphone,
Panic has shaken my hands,
My body has finally given in,
To this disease's heartless demands.
I leave the stage hurriedly,
Tears sliding down my cheeks,
Embarrassment haunting my memory,
Taunting me for weeks and weeks.
I'm battling with this monster,
And to find the girl that speaks,
I hope that someday very soon,
My voicebox tears and leaks.