Ladies and Gentlemen, Please Welcome Anxiety

Never learn to trust your own betraying tongue

When it leads with the weight of your bruised shoulders

What is there to surmise from the situation? None.

But somehow the summer airs get colder and colder

So do not introduce me yet to that impatient crowd

You know that I hate it when I have to speak aloud

There’s a chemical reaction to mind nuclear division

And it stifles my system short and delays my emotion

The reaction is too consequential and almost allergic

The microphone toppling with a dissonant hysteric

And the ears they lent seem to be made of plasticine

Sobering up a sold silken sonata like bad medicine

But still I won’t hide away with the stars just to rue

And fugacious flowery fade with my thoughts unsung

And if I really want the audience to either clap and boo

Then I will really have to learn to trust my own tongue.

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