Speaking of Anxiety...

I’m a quiet person
It’s not hard to see
I’d rather keep to myself
Than argue or agree

I hate public speaking
I get nervous and tongue tied
There’s confidence there, but when
I go to stand up, I sit down inside

It’s just one of those things
That I can’t seem to do
But it’s the thought of the end
That always gets me through

It’s different sometimes
Kind of hard to understand
But I can play for anyone
With an instrument in hand

It’s that unique comfort
Of having something familiar there
That’d get you through anything
And to that, nothing can compare

When I go up to speak, though
That comfort disappears
I shake, stutter, and stumble
With an unconquered fear

Through all of this
I still try my best
But, oh, that public speaking
Is always a challenging test