Showtime
All eyes on me
Watch me stutter, watch me slip
Watch me crumble at the pressure
Laugh and applaud
I craft masks and write acts
Here for your entertainment
A nerd who plays volleyball
Wears dresses, wears sweats
She's weird
Weird you say
Watch me crush it on stage
Then after tremble for days
I race the fire
Nerves lit by anxiety
But slacken the pace
And I depress into shadows
I wish I could paint my face
Disappear into a story
Forgetting that if someone cared
To pick me up and read me
They'd sympathize with the protagonist
So I strap on combat boots
Armor my body in lyrics
Wear dogtags proudly ‘round my neck
My pencil becomes my sword
And I'm off to war
To break down the doors
It’s time for the show
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