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!"