And, as I stand in front of those
I’ve made the choice to face,
All trace of peace and calmness goes,
And panic takes their place.

I’m conscious of my trembling knees;
My voice vibrates with fright:
And, feeling I’m about to freeze,
I’m close to taking flight.

Yet, when I’ve seen the torment through,
The feedback’s not that bad;
It seems as if nobody knew
The torrid time I had.

But, given the degree of stress,
It’s something that I should address.

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