Class presentation(poem)

This poem is based on when I had to to talks in english class when i was younger and I always got so nervous. This is basically how I felt.

The voices seem distant.
My skin feels hot.
Palms sweaty.
Heart racing so fast
My mind crowded with thoughts.
I can't concentrate on anything.
I want to fade into the background.
A voice in the distant is calling me.
It's coming closer and closer.
I am back in the classroom.
All heads turned in my direction.
Eyes watch me as i walk to the front.
I can feel their eyes on me, looking right through me.
I open my mouth but no sound comes out.
I know what they are all thinking.
I can see them laughing at me inside.
My hands shake.
I begin my talk.