I am fearful. Even though I speak big words and tell silly jokes my world is falling apart beneath me. When I stand on stand on stage I can't help but imagining a cane coming and dragging me away. I stutter, my words they come out like a broken record. My hands are shaking even though it's ninety degrees out. I imagine the dead silence when I finish my words. I would rather hear the eerie grumblings from my insides than order food. Fearful is what they call me with my voice soft and my head held low. Fearfulness the pet that follows me. I dream to silence it like a noisy dog at 2am. I am telling you my shame in confidence so my fears can be silenced. Though I may be judged it's better than regret. I would rather my voice scream confidence than have it whisper fearfulness.
BINABASA MO ANG
My poems
PoetryI'm in a poetry club and I love doing this. Some of these may be sad but there just how I feel. Please don't steal these I work really hard.
