Before I Go On Stage

All I've ever known is what's in front of me.
I often sit and never take the chance to see.

I'm pushed around by the choices that I can't take back.
But I'm stuck because I chose to rest. So I can't even get mad.

Why was I given this gift to stay quiet?
The moment never seems right for me to break the silence.

I'm hard on myself,
but then I cut myself slack.
I will begin to wake up,
just to fall right back.

I'm observing a person I don't even know.
"Just say something!"
"Okay!"

"My name is Sarah! & Welcome to my show!"

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