My hands start to sweat
My tongue starts to swell
My lip starts to tremble
… There’s no way this can go well
My gag reflexes kick in
I grab my stomach cramped from fear
The time for my recital
Draws dreadfully near
But I guess here it goes
I step onto the platform
The rowdy audience goes intent...
To hear the masterpiece I’ll perform.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem