The stage, the lights, the crowd
I transform into a different character
Lively, sparkling, fearless
Perfection, though it does not find me, is always there
Just within reach, yet never grasped
A passion burns so deeply, so radiant,
The sun seems but a glimmer in comparison
Why did you doubt me?
Why did you treat me so poorly?
Why did you look upon me as a failure?
Didn’t you know?
I could do it.
Didn’t you know that for a fire to burn it needs a spark?
My flame of passion was nothing but a mere flicker before you had your say.
My vigor for the art, for the stage, for life itself.
It’s because of you.
Your heartless, selfish ways.
You made the Phoenix rise.