I'm a..
I'm a 16 year old boy
high school junior
I work with a stage and microphones
sometimes with other people
there is usually an audience watching me
gold shines all over my body
imagination rings my ears
butterflies explode from me
smiles are lined across the floor
im a performer
a performer that has it tough
no one will ever know what he has to go through
everydays judgment and competition
...he's a human
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